I don’t know what the next few weeks hold as far as free time to write because my mother is having knee replacement surgery tomorrow morning.
But don’t tell anyone because to hear her blather on about it, apparently it’s akin to telling ISIS our nuclear launch codes.
My sister is taking 3 whole days off to help take care of her because she likely only has 3 whole days of leave from work to take. I however haven’t taken sick leave since Sunshine was born 18 years ago and have 1600 hours to
abuse use and with her doctor filling out the FMLA form saying my mother needs me to be her beck and call bitch for a minimum of the next four weeks, that is potentially how much time I will be taking off from work.
So I might be posting more or less over that time, depending on how it goes. I’m hoping she heals like a thousand year old vampire high on fairy blood and she’ll only really need me for half of that time, so I can use the other half to recuperate from being around her so much. I’ll be taking my laptop with me to her house in any case, with the hopes of getting some writing time in, in between her forcing me to stop and order yet something else she doesn’t need and that doesn’t really work from the Home Shopping Network.
She’s worse the V&V’s Eric when it comes to being a rube for Ron Popeil.
I’m already dreading it, so let’s look at some more Skarsporn to cleanse the bitterness from my palate.
It’s weird how well that works.
Then again, he works it so well. 😉