My friends, perseverance and repetition

I’m hitting that easy button today, It won’t be until it gets dark, but I’m hitting it, and then tomorrow I clean my office. Do I know how to celebrate the end of a rewrite, or what?

I think I’ve had my easy button for about ten years now, almost as long as Pika there next to it. And as I listen to my son scraping ice off his windshield as I take my pot of tea into my office for a last push on Peri, I’m reminded of why I work so hard to be able to work at home. Oh, that’s a cold, cold sound.

My son doesn’t stop to think that I did my share of scraping, or standing at a cold bus stop in the black of a pre-dawn Monday, or fingers so cold they don’t move but creak, so he doesn’t find it amusing when I say something to try to make light of his unexpected morning joy of lateral reps. ��All he sees is Mom taking a pot of tea into her office.

Sigh. Sometimes I just want to give him a shake and say “How do you think I got here? An easy button?”