This post also appears on Patreon. And here we are again. The end of another week already. It was quite non-stop and busy yesterday again, as I get ready to close down for the year. We were all up early again, as the poet had another long-distance drive for work. But at least the dogs let us sleep all the way through the night.

This post also appears on Patreon. Wednesday morning is one of my 3 weekly light therapy sessions at the hospital. It takes up the best part of the entire morning because I have to get ready, we have to get there, I have to walk the entire length of the hospital while the poet tries to find a parking space, walk back, and then calm the dogs down when we get back.

This post also appears on Patreon. After 2 disturbed nights on the trot and the previous day’s intense concentration on my annual finances, I really struggled to get up yesterday. On Sunday night/Monday morning, I was up with the spaniel and his floppy ears, as he was flicking them all over the place and they were clearly driving him mad.

This post also appears on Patreon. Right after posting yesterday’s blog post on here and on Patreon, I started today’s. I had a bit of work to catch up on from last Friday, so got onto this straight away.  The day started bright and early again with no sign of the rain that was apparently bombarding the rest of the country.

This post also appears on Patreon. Friday was a busy day. The morning was taken up with my 3rd dermatology appointment (3 down, 21 to go). This appointment really does take out the entire morning. Although before we went, the poet did squeeze in at least one Teams meeting. When we got back I had my quiet reading hour, although it wasn’t quite an hour, more like 40 minutes.

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This post also appears on Patreon. I had an early start on Thursday because, although I didn’t have to go for a light therapy session, another contractor was coming to look at the roof. A second opinion. So I was up early again. We’d had a bit of a disturbed night. The puppy must have eaten something that didn’t agree with him because he had me up twice.

This post also appears on Patreon. I didn’t get around to writing the micro-fiction short story on Tuesday for this month’s 12 stories in 12 months, but I didn’t beat myself up over it as it was only 300 words and I could always do it Wednesday morning. It was already outlined. I only had to write it. And then Wednesday morning came around and first job of the day was actually dermatology for my second light therapy treatment session, which takes out the entire morning.

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This post also appears on Patreon. I forgot another job I did last week, planning the micro story for this month’s 12 stories in 12 months. This is a brand-new story that I brainstormed on Tuesday of last week. I did the outline on Thursday so that it was, hopefully, ready to write yesterday.  I think I know how to download the free images we get sent from DepositPhotos without it impacting on the package I’ve already bought and paid for.

And so here we are, in December. Is it snowing yet? I had a physio appointment first thing Thursday morning, and straight after my dirty cuppa, I was off. The poet worked from home so he could supervise the animals. I got back at midday (I had a long session with the physiotherapist) to find there’d been minor shenanigans and a broken floor vase!

Having to attend light therapy treatment 3 times a week for 8 weeks plus 3 weeks holiday already booked meant I don’t have a lot of time for much else in December. This means it’s a very short list…

As November began, I was scheduled to start 8 weeks of light therapy treatment at the dermatology department, 3 times a week, towards the end of the month. With the arrival of 2 new dogs, I had to rethink that time out of the office as I wouldn’t be able to leave them on their own when the treatment started, and I certainly couldn’t take them with me.

I refused to be beaten on Tuesday and I took the editing I hadn’t done during the day into the living room to do during the evening. I’d had my dinner late and was going to skip tea, but when I started to feel hungry again, I changed my mind again. Before and after tea I managed some editing, and I was very happy with that one.

And just like that, this is the last-but-one blog post for November. The day after tomorrow is the wrap-up and then we’ll be into the last month of the year - and SNOW on the website! I have 3 weeks off for the Christmas break too, which doesn’t give me a lot of working year left. Ah well, perhaps I’ll feel as though I’ve got a lot more done at the end of next year.

The mad house seems to be settling down a bit now, after a few fraught weeks. Then it will all start up again as soon as my light therapy treatments start on 1 December…Ah well, at least we’re in a more sane place now than we have been of late. Puppy has really settled in well and spaniel and he are now quite good buddies.

We had a very good night on Thursday. Dogs were fed at about 10:30pm, which meant they both slept right through. Yay! They were up with the poet, who fed them, and then they came back to bed for half an hour while the poet attended a meeting.  When I got up, I had my dirty cuppa while I did some research.

I was scrolling through Facebook over my dirty cuppa yesterday morning when I saw a post from the Doncaster Free Press saying it was snowing across Doncaster ‘this morning’. I scoffed and muttered, ‘you’re a day late, pal,’ and just to prove it I glanced up at the window. And it was snowing.  I kid you not. Big, fat, fluffy flakes of snow were indeed falling in their abundance.

I’ve got out of the habit of writing today’s blog post during the previous day and scheduling it to post at 8am. I suppose the obvious reason for this is because my entire routine has been turned on its head in recent weeks. I’m getting there, though. I’m planning interruptions and shorter bursts of work time, and while the editing job is dragging on a bit, I’m still getting stuff done in between that perhaps I might not have got around to yet.