Monday.

I finished up the Pantry – finally!

So the plan had been this was supposed to free up time to get back to The Old Man.

This wasn’t going to be the way things worked out, however. Since I hold that a plan is a list of things that aren’t going to happen, I was not at all surprised.

How did things come off the rails this time?

Simple.

Some time after dinner, the phone rang from a number we didn’t recognize. We’ve gotten so many robocalls lately trying to sell us medical equipment that we didn’t answer it.

It wouldn’t have helped.

Tuesday.

We checked out the message that was left.

Apparently, we found, it was time for us to take delivery of our new shed.

The old shed, the $200 metal shed we’d got from Lowe’s a few years ago, was still there and full of stuff, leaking as cheerfully as ever during the recent torrents of rain that had only just found a reason to stop.

The dear wife then arranged for delivery on Wednesday around lunchtime. This meant cleaning everything out of it and having the whole thing disappeared within a little over twenty-four hours.

For the most part, I was done by the end of Tuesday – and thoroughly knackered. All that was left was the floor – the boards were absolutely soaked all the way through, partly by the wet ground below and partly by the rain that was perfectly capable of falling inside the shed.

Wednesday.

The rest of the floor was up and gone before the long and laborious delivery began.

We have what must be a fairly narrow gate, about 16-ft across, which made it something of a challenge for the shed to find its way in. This took some finagling and left something of a cosmetic scratch on the door post, marring an otherwise successful day.

What’s All This Got To Do With Anything?

I’m telling you all this because obviously I didn’t get any writing work done this week.

Long Story Short…

Saturday I had planned to get to start on the second revision. I took my notes and my Chromebook with me to the Girl Scout cookie booth that the girls were signed up for, settled down in the car, powered up, opened the notebook…

…then I realized that each and every note refers to a very particular point in the manuscript. There are some seventeen-hundred of them, and without the reference number in the hard-copy, almost none of them make any sense.

So, something of a failure.

Up Next…

There are – to my knowledge, at least – no major projects slated for this up-coming week. It looks like the weather is going to be cold and miserable, so I fully intend to make up for my inability to have gotten it right over the past, what is it now, three weeks?

Yes, embarrassingly enough, that’s how long it’s been now.

Have a great week and, with luck, I hope to have some news about getting back into the novel next Monday.

Categories: New Shed, Other Work, Pantry, The Old Man, Work Update