So, the car is dead. When Russ came in to tell me this tonight, I laughed. It went right along with that check we were supposed to get today that didn't show up (and now, of course, can't get here before Tuesday). And then there's the storm and snow we're supposed to get tonight. Dead car? Of course it's dead. This is still 2006.
Russ got a ride to the place he had to be to work tonight, and a friend will be by tomorrow to get the car jumpstarted... then off to find a battery for it with what little money we have on hand.
When I told Russ tonight that I thought 2006 was our cursed year, he laughed and said it would be real hard to argue with that one.
I have hopes for 2007. I don't know why, but I do.
I have finished my writing for the year, which came in at a little over one million words. It was a hard fought year as far as writing went, but I have some nice stuff out of it. I have some packages ready to go out, and just about everything is cleared to start 2007. I have an idea for what I want to write on the first, and I'm going to 'fly without a net' with it, which I haven't let myself do for a while. No outline or anything -- just talking with Russ about the story and seeing where it goes when I get there.
I have a bit of work to do at FM still, but mostly I'm done with everything. So, for the next 22.5 hours I'm free of writing. It's probably about the longest I'm ever likely to go. (grin)
It's nice when you love something that much, even on the years when it does not go as well as you like.
And now I'm off to bed for a few hours. And hoping that the last day of 2006 doesn't bring yet another disaster.