Decaf & a Blog

I'm catching up with emails and blogging this evening at a local cafe with free wifi. Since I'm flying solo this week in my role as "Hunting Widow" (yes, my husband is a hunter), I did some advanced planning and asked my alternate babysitter to come by every evening at 6pm and to stay with baby for two hours. I was just looking for a little bit of relief from my screaming toddler.

Tonight was the first night, and I honestly had no idea what I was going to do. Should I go to a movie? Nah, I felt a little weird going to a movie alone. Plus I still have so much work to do that I can't seem to catch up on. And I can't get to my emails. And I have to blog. And I've got some articles to prep.

So I decided to head to a cybercafe. Of course, now that I'm here, I realize that I brought my wicked fast new Macbook but it doesn't have half the things that I wanted to work on loaded on its harddrive. So I can only blog or check email.

Before coming to this coffee shop - which by the way is the impromptu rehearsal space for 4 fiddlers, a guitarist and flute player as I type - I treated myself to a dinner at a new Thai restaurant in town. I was all ready for a nice, relaxing meal eating red curry chicken and reading a magazine, when my quiet dining was interrupted by...a screaming toddler. Serves me right.

Having survived a meal with screaming in the background, I am now sipping a decaf latte, listening to the music, blogging and grateful that I'm working hard enough and earning just enough to afford a babysitter in the evenings in addition to my morning sitter.

Now if only I could figure out how to get all my old files onto my new computer without having to buy new software, too. Guess that's not going to happen.