Y’all ain’t gonna believe this, but I’m typing from my personal laptop. I couldn’t tell you the last time I fired this puppy up. It took it a good ten minutes to get all loaded and stuff. And then I panicked because I didn’t think I could remember my password, but I did, I did!! Why am I on my laptop? Well, y’all remember just yesterday and I was whining about how it was a little difficult typing on my iPad with just one index finger. These tend to get lengthy, in case you didn’t know. So I was planning on busting it out. I bet I haven’t used it 100 hours and I bought it back in 2016 or ’17. There’s probably a timer on here somewhere, if I just knew where to look. Anyway, I said that, but it wasn’t like I was planning on implementing my bright idea in the next 24 hours. That’s one of those things I have to sit on for a week or two then ease into it. Well. I forgot I turned the data off on my iPad this afternoon because I STILL haven’t finished this book, I’m at 77% and I knew I wouldn’t get it done before the digital loan expired. So here I am, stealing from our public library system. A fine board member I make!!
It feels pretty nice to use this, I will say. This sumbuck is heavy as a box of lead though. Which, I suppose, in essence, is all it really is. I gotta hurry and knock this out, I’m using my phone as a hotspot and I’m not totally sure that’s in my plan. Plus it makes my phone super hot.

Speaking of hot, I described myself as “a lukwarm mess” today. Because I’m not pretty enough to qualify as a hot mess. A hot mess is a girl who has fake eyelashes and acrylic nails and drinks Starbucks. I am none of those things. Well, the person I was talking to is brand new to my life and asked me what made me a hot mess. And this gave me pause. Because in the grand scheme of things, I pretty much have it together. My bills are paid, I have a steady income, I don’t have three kids who are behind in school or on drugs or hate me just because I had the audacity to birth them. Or that’s what I hear having kids is like, anyway. I wouldn’t know. So it really gave me pause and I finally came up with “Well, I wore a sweater with great big sleeves today and I evidently inadvertently drug one through my ketchup, which in turn got it on my pants, except I didn’t realize it right off, I just saw a mess on my britchie leg, and I thought I was bleeding (it had already turned rust colored and set up), and then I scratched it and sniffed of it and realized it was the ketchup. It’s things like that”. And, I didn’t add, telling someone I had just met that story definitely constitutes as a mess. And then I rediscovered my other mess from this morning, how my coffee filter had slipped and so grounds had gotten down in the pot and I had unwittingly consumed some. But I guess that’s pretty normal, and not too bad in the grand scheme of things.

Ok, so as much as I would dearly love to rattle on about all the things that make me a mess, this laptop is flashing at me and has made a very loud chiming racket like a warning of sorts. It crashed once but I didn’t say anything because I know my time is limited, And of course I hadn’t saved my draft, but when I got it all back to life it pulled right to this screen, so that’s a miracle. However, I don’t believe my spell check is on and I can’t find where to turn it on so I’ll hafta deal with that at a later time. Maybe when I get the wherewithal to move these to their own heading. Because I don’t know how to do that on my app. At any rate, like Snowman says in Smoky & the Bandit, “Hell, I got to go.”

Love from a very messy Appalachia,

~Amy