I woke up this morning, with the plan of catching my scheduled van and going to pottery. The first problem with that plan was when I woke up with less than an hour to get ready to leave the house. “Not happening.” I grumbled as I made my way into the bathroom for morning necessary and regular routine.

Once I’d pulled on leggings and a T-shirt, put my hair into a loose tail and gathered up my pup almost 25 minutes had gone by. All this time of grabbing clothes, washing face, brushing teeth and hair, dressing Etc. I’d been trying to contact the bus company. I didn’t want to do no show first thing in the day. If I could cancel that morning ride and go later while keeping my will call home, which meant I could get a ride back from wherever I landed up at if I wanted, was the way to go now. That didn’t happen. By the time I reached them the ride had come and gone but thanks to their phone system being out and no one being able to get in touch my will call was secure.

The problem, time. I’d already let an hour go by and though I was now medicated and caffeinated I’d already begun doing other things. Those things led to other things and now it seemed as though the plan I’d made had taken on another life all its own.

Beginning to follow along, as is my way, I soon realized a wish I’d made earlier was presenting opportunities to be heard. I received a call from my insurance, wanting to do a health assessment to see if I am receiving the correct services, led to questions being asked which might bring the wish I made to being.

Other little things took place as well, which confirmed my suspicions that the day was not to have gone as I’d planned it at all.

Now, it’s getting ready to storm. I can feel it gathering. It’s in the forecast but I don’t need that to tell me a storm is brewing.

Blue and I have our helper tomorrow. We’re gonna work smarter not harder and I’m just going to ready myself for a book launch happening later this evening.

More to come soon. I’m waiting on the website info for the purchase links.

Talk soon.

About Patty L. Fletcher

Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled. She is Also a Social Media Marketing Assistant.

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