AUTHORS, THEY’RE ONLY HUMAN: Struggling Day By Day by Patty L. Fletcher

This day began with Campbell and I awake early, before the sunrise.
About 5 or so I suppose, but I laze around until nearly 6:30 before getting out of my nest.
Taking my time, getting dressed, listening to the weather for the day and planning our morning routine.
Taking Campbell out, I walked laps around the house and yard. Determined to over-come fears of cars, and neighborhood noises that used to give comfort and pleasure.
First time around the house I must force myself to relax. Tell myself that all is as it always was and that what happened on Friday was an intrusion, not a normality in our world.
The second time we go round I feel a bit more comfortable.
I take Campbell with me to get the garbage can, but when returning with cane in hand, him pulling and me dragging the can behind I realize it might be easier to do the rest of this chore without him.
Tying him to the porch rail I leave him by the steps while I go and get the recycling bin.
I’m glad I can get this done without panic.
I’m even more relieved when Campbell wants to go inside for his breakfast.
Once all chores are done and Campbell and I have had our snuggle and love time it’s time to get down to business for the day.
Spend morning reading fabulous blog posts and other types of submissions from my totally talented clients. Drinking strong hot rich coffee with hot milk doing what I love.
One day I’m going to be able to do this in comfort. Without worry that my bills won’t get paid or that there might not be groceries for the week.
As I work throughout the morning, cool breezes flow through open windows. Though shades closed to prying eyes, this morning I am able to keep windows open allowing in sound and fresh breeze.
This has been the first morning I’ve been able to have windows open without feeling frightened open and exposed.
Yesterday when I tried I had to end up closing rather early because of all the different noises.
Today I kept things open until it was nearly 80 degrees out.
It was truly the weather that had me closing windows this afternoon.
I felt proud that I’d accomplished that.
The noises around me have always been a source of comfort helping me feel as though I belonged to the neighborhood that made them, and I did not want to lose that.
As the day progressed I found myself with Email all read, Facebook notifications cleared, Twitter caught up for the moment, blog posts shared and wow! it was time for a lunch break, and a couple chapters of pleasure reading.
Pleasure reading does two things.
1. Relaxes mind.
2. Inspires writing.
Back onto the computer for the afternoon I found only a few responses from clients from earlier email conversations, with only one new post to work up and send out.
Once work was done for the day I tried to settle down to evening radio programming.
No good. News too upsetting and stressful.
Tried to read more of my book. While intriguing I found I simply couldn’t focus on it.
Finally, I connected my phone to the stereo turned on my Apple Music and began to settle down to my own writing work for the day.
Having nothing much of my own to work on at the moment I decided to try and capture a day of our life here in the Campbell Kingdom.
Unfortunately, today there just isn’t much to report.
I suppose I can be glad that I got through this day with no panic attacks, no wishing to hide from the world and no begging it to storm so I’d be like everyone else tucked safely away in my house.
That I think is going to be enough for this day.
Tomorrow we will go to the store and get our food for the weekend.
I couldn’t get a van for today. This annoys me a bit because If I had a bus stop near-by I could safely walk to I could’ve gone to the store today.
Because I did not feel up to going out on the van yesterday and there being no room on the Same Day Services for today I had no choice but schedule a trip for tomorrow.
This keeps me from being as flexible with my coming and going as I’d like but I see no way around it for now.
I feel a bit like I failed this week because I have not been out.
Monday I could not go because I’d not gotten a van scheduled in time. Tuesday I did not go out because Campbell was gone to groomer.
While I got a lot done in the house I did not get anywhere on Wednesday either. Weather was extremely wet and nasty and I feared getting caught out during an afternoon storm.
It did storm. I probably could’ve gone out but I chose to cancel my trip and stay home. Dumb mistake.
Before we know it, this month will be gone, and another will be upon us.
July promises to be a busy month. Working out at the Y and attending upcoming writing events online and over the phone have my calendar jumping. At least it’s something to keep me busy out of trouble and off the streets.
For now, Campbell and I leave you with a wag and a smile.
Until next time this is Patty who is glad things are getting back to normal and King Campbell Super Seeing Eye Dog A.K.A Bubba who hardly lets anything rattle him saying…
May harmony find you and blessid be.

About Patty L. Fletcher

Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled. And as a Social Media Promotional Assistant. She is the owner and creator of Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing (Author, Blogger Business Assist), and is the published author of two books, Campbell’s Rambles: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life and Bubba Tails From the Puppy Nursery At The Seeing Eye: Volume One. She can also be found in two anthologies which are, December Awethology Light And A Treasure Chest of Children’s Tales. She is now working on her third book which is to be a memoir trilogy called, ‘Pathway To Freedom: Broken and Healed’.
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