I just finished a brief story for my “fun” freelance gig detailing how a recent study shows that drivers with as little as .01 percent blood alcohol content are more than 4 times more likely than sober drivers to be involved in an accident with severe injuries.
Is it a bad thing that I poured myself a glass of wine almost immediately after submitting the piece?
I have absolutely no intentions of leaving the house again today, and even if I do, it’s highly unlikely that I’ll get behind the wheel of a car, so I think I’m in the clear. For now, anyway.
Today is the Fourth of July, and I spent most of my day celebrating my freedom and liberties by catching up on work, cleaning the bathroom and dusting the bookcases in the living room. And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. The past week has been completely nuts: Between software and job-duty shifts at the library, submitting end-of-the month invoices for freelance work, meeting last minute deadlines (the difference in Central vs. Pacific Standard Time has saved me a few too many times this in recent weeks) and breaking in new pumps on Friday, I’ve been a frazzled mess.
I’ve also been homesick for Florida like crazy. I haven’t felt a single grain of sand between my toes for far too long and the “tan from a can” I’ve been sporting all season is nothing like the natural glow and freckles I’d get this time of year in the Sunshine State. I think my homesickness peaked late this week when my charming 9-year-old bro left the following voice message for me:
Hi Laura, it’s me Jacob. I’m just calling to see if you had a nice day and to see if anything is new. Call me back soon. Miss you! Bye!
Adorable, right? Granted, I was unable to take his call because I was enjoying a Friday night Manicure-and-Margarita session with a new gal pal from work, which was much needed on all accounts. But still, le sigh. I’ll be home again in October, just a few short months away, and it can’t come soon enough.
Let freedom ring,
Laura
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