State of the Meerkat, Weekend Edition

Saturday, I worked. Actually, Friday night through Saturday night, I worked.  Thankfully, I had companionship in the wordwar room, so felt less like a Total Loser Without A Social Life and more like a dedicated professional working on a project I love.  Also, there was wine.  And episodes of Eureka (which I am binge-watching. Again.  Thank you, Netflix).

Sunday, I was Away From Keyboard, doing sundry gadding about, including reclaiming my sister from the international arrivals terminal at Newark Airport, and hauling her back to the city.

And I've reached the point in this book where taking a day off gives me actual anxiety. Because no reason at all - I know where the scene is going, I am pretty confident it's no more or less fucked brilliant than it was yesterday, and I know that tomorrow morning I'll be back in the chair.

But. But.

This is why having a writer in your life is so difficult. Because even when we're with you, a part of us...isn't.

Sorry.


What did you all get up to?