The stuff (bad) dreams are made of
#MFRWAuthor 52-week blog challenge
This week's blog prompt asks participating authors to discuss "when your perfect day turns into a nightmare." This is particularly poignant for me, but I had just such a day last month on November 18.
I've endured many days that delivered a nightmarish quality to my life. I don't sleep well to begin with and my nightmares often feature the same villains who dumped misery upon misery upon me. Having an obsessive personality, it's difficult--if not downright impossible--to let go of those offenses, hurts, and insults.
But, for me, November 18 began like any other day. I had a particularly encouraging exchange with a potential client. The day started out really well. Then I received a phone call: Dad's in the hospital. It's bad. I called my husband and he contacted our nephew. Someone's got to take care of the animals when we're away. The nephew took off from work to get a crash course in animal care. The husband came home and started packing. I packed for an extended stay: Mom would need distraction if not actual help.
We left. The MINI Cooper delivered a pretty good ride for a long drive as well as good fuel mileage. We were in Statesville, NC when we got another call. We were too late to say goodbye.