Today and this entire past week has been a mess. 

The weather isn't too bad. Cool and windy. Perfect for riding my trike downtown to run some errands. Made an appointment at the beauty shop for a hair trim. 

Then I wandered down to where I took my computer last time it needed a tune-up. That was a bust. A young lady was just closing the door. She saw me and asked me if she could help me. I told her I was wanting to get my computers tuned up. She told me the computer guy had moved his business to his house.

I can understand that. Rent is outrageous, and you add utilities and other expenses and it's about impossible to make any money, especially in a small town. She did give me his wife's number so I can set up an appointment through her.

The library was my next stop. Grabbed a few books from the Weedy Shelf, a program I started when I worked there. I'm gratified to find it's still a working program. I have way too many books in my collection, but I'm willing to part with many of them, if I just knew where to take them.

From there, I headed on home. I was pretty well winded by the time I got to the house. Dennis has been out of town to a doctor's appointment in Topeka, so I've had the day to myself, except for my dog, who has been a bad dog all week. It's my fault for not training her better, but why can't animals be smart enough to stay in the yard and not running down the middle of the street. As I opened my door to leave for art club yesterday, she slithered out beside me and took off running across the street to the neighbor across the street. He wasn't home, so she ran back to our yard and ran her "zoomies" all around the yard. Impossible to catch that dog when she does this. 

I was late for club, so I called Dennis on his cell and told him she was loose in the yard. He cursed up a blue streak and asked "Who let her out?" I told him she had slipped through the door and was out before I saw her. He was not a happy camper.

Art club was enjoyable, except for a brief discussion on the relationship between the Catholic faith and Halloween. Don't ask me how we got on that topic. I have no idea. I made a comment and both the other members unanimously disagreed with me. When I got home I looked it up and apparently, they were right and I was wrong. That stung a little.

I'm working on Chapter 21 in my novel, Hero in Cowboy Boots. I've come to a crossroads with my book, and need to do some rereading to decide which way I want to take it.

So for now, I'll just keep plugging away, and praying that my story makes sense when it's done.