Got out of bed before the sun was up and discovered one of my kids was awake before me.
Researched the causes of night terrors.
Hammered away at layout and felt excited for how some of the pages are shaping up. I ran out of brain before I ran out of enthusiasm.
Answered some email.
Made an appointment with a podiatrist.
Made an appointment for a psychiatrist check up.
Called to excuse a school absence.
Researched transitional programs for kids with autism who are struggling with becoming independent adults.
Left a message for a parent advocate who I’m told has inside information on resources available to parents of special needs kids.
Took my son to his first appointment with a tutor.
Met my two junior high kids as they came in the door and double checked to see what sort of day they’d had.
Looked at the front lawn and remembered (again) that I keep forgetting to make one of the kids mow it.
Did some brainstorming on a plot problem in my novel.
Began wrapping my head around the structure I’ll need as a framework for the picture book story I want to tell.
Took a quick nap with a purring kitty.
Sent emails to collaborators and potential editors on the Planet Mercenary project.
Answered the phone to discover that my son’s Eagle Scout certificate has come through.
Picked up the mail from the mailbox.
When I said that my brain was coming back up to speed. This is what I meant. Until I started listing things I hadn’t really been aware of how many things I’d accomplished today, nor how scattered they all are across my various life roles. I shall not list all the things I would have liked to do, but didn’t get done. That list is even longer. But if I can just keep doing the things, then bit by bit all the big projects will get done.