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Oct. 26th, 2004 11:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
velvetpageAt this very moment, my husband is, as the saying goes, under the knife.
Why did I expect to get anything done today? I can't even concentrate enough to finish a scene I've run through in my head half a dozen times. Thank God I decided not to go into work today. Tomorrow is soon enough to worry about marking.
I'll feel better when I know the surgery's over, and I haven't received any phone calls to indicate something went wrong. I know nothing will go wrong. But knowing and feeling are two different things sometimes.
Why did I expect to get anything done today? I can't even concentrate enough to finish a scene I've run through in my head half a dozen times. Thank God I decided not to go into work today. Tomorrow is soon enough to worry about marking.
I'll feel better when I know the surgery's over, and I haven't received any phone calls to indicate something went wrong. I know nothing will go wrong. But knowing and feeling are two different things sometimes.