The Hydra.

Since I am a VERY amateur Greek Mythology enthusiast, I actually know what a Hydra is. Well, for those of you who aren't up on your Greek Monsters, the Hydra is a three-headed monster. (Or is it seven?) Nice, I know, but if you decide to chop off one of it's heads--TWO MORE grow back. Three heads become six. Six become twelve, etc. etc. So, basically, decapitation as a means of killing the Hydra is OUT.

Anyway, that's how I feel the unpacking is going. Like I'm chopping off Hydra heads right and left. Either that or my boxes are having babies. Because the more I unpack, the more there are. Maybe I should just shove all the boxes in the 150-degree attic and see if they survive. At least I'll be done unpacking.

;-)

Day Two of Horrid Sunburn was agonizing. Last night I couldn't sleep, because if I moved in my sleep, the pain would wake me up. I've been walking in the mornings with New Good Friend, and putting on a sports bra this morning was AGONY. I am such a dumb***. Seriously.

I've put a plan in place for me to start working on my writing again. I'm giving myself TWO weeks. Period. To have all the unpacking and frou-frouing (you're absolutely right, Devon, it takes time to make a room your own!) done, and then I will begin my querying/editing/writing again. I've missed it so much, it's like an appendage is absent or something.

It's a gorgeous day today, but it's supposed to be 100 degrees. And if I wasn't such a dumb*** and had actually RE-APPLIED sunscreen, we could go to the pool, because we wouldn't be sitting at home all sunburned and wishing we could go to the pool.

Oh well. Enjoy the day!