My Dad’s Here
And I am 1-lucky to have a Dad and 2- I love my Dad.
I feel like I am caught with my pants down. This is the first time this has happened. I am so preoccupied that I really completely forgot until now, until I sat down at my regular computer to check in with virtual Lise #1, as opposed to virtual Lise #2, my editing workstation where I am living more these days. Then it all came rushing back to me, crap, I made this insane promise to write every day. But I have to deliver this top-secret weapon by the end of the month…!
Because I am sick. Good old fashioned, running a fever, raging soar throat, feeling sorry for myself sick.
I was telling two lovely 34 and 25 year old women today how I released my turning 50 anxieties by writing this thing. And I said while it was a release, it is also a curse, especially since am looking at 10-14 hour days now through the 28th because I am on a secret mission which I will hopefully be able to reveal here then.
…and I can’t write about any of it. It’s all funnily top secret, and just as well because nothing may come of it…or them.
