I've been finishing up the final edit on my novel for a week and a half and it shouldn't have taken this long. But you know how Murphy responds to people with deadlines. He throws every obstacle, complication, and time waster he can think of in the hopes he can derail our projects.
I've dealt with the tree people because our apple tree had fire blight, the doctor because my cat bit me and the injury was serious enough to require an antibiotic, ice packs because my hand was swollen and throbbed for two days, and plumbers because of a major leaky faucet in my kitchen that began to leak under the sink as well.
Even so, I can finish the editing today and submit my manuscript if nothing else goes wrong.
So I offered Murphy a chocolate bar from my secret stash and sort of hinted how bad it would be if the cat bit him. I'm kind of hoping he's done here and has moved on. But you know how it goes...anything that can go wrong will go wrong.
Which made me almost afraid to title this post This is Gonna Be a Good Day. I did it anyway. Little old risk-taker me.