Tuesday is writing workshop day. Lately, I mostly write to have something ready for the workshop, so that's some of what I did yesterday. I got the molten chocolate cakes in the freezer for the dessert night in 10 days and did some things on the computer. I went to the workshop--lots of sad writing there; there was a full house and no time for me to share my piece about interviewing for a job, which was okay. I picked Ray up and we came home, dropping my suits off at the cleaner's.

We had the medieval lentils I had made the night before and rushed off to yet another movie with Becky and Kent. The Descendants starring George Clooney is a quirky dark comedy, I guess I would say. It reminded me some of Little Miss Sunshine, with its odd characters, who are somehow very real. And there are some big issues in the movie too.

Came home, went to bed, read a little, put on the mask and went to sleep. Unfortunately, the phone rang about 11. My children used to call me late sometimes, but I thought it was probably just a wrong number. Instead, it was the caterer. She was apologetic, but not surprised to wake me. She is going to be very busy the next couple weeks and wanted to talk about a few things before then. I was happy to talk to her. But, I could not go back to sleep after that. The comfortable mood I was in dissipated completely. The wedding, the jobs, Soli's finger and the dog, and lots more thoughts jostled in my head. I got up and spent a little time on the computer and went back to bed. The mask annoyed me and I took it off, but it was hours before I drifted off and then I think I slept poorly and still woke up early.