It's turning out to be one of those days. I'm working on the climactic, second-last chapter of my latest novel, writing the main battle sequence, when:
- My cellphone dies - the battery will no longer hold a charge. So, it's off to the cellphone store as soon as I finish writing these words.
- The hot water heater begins leaking. Plumber ahoy! They can come out on Monday, but that's going to be a few hundred dollars down the drain for a new heater plus installation charges.
- I now have to move around a large part of the contents of the garage this weekend, to allow the plumber to get at the hot water heater.
Writing? What writing? And who says life is boring?