Blame it on handsome husband, who used his cunning skills and Jedi mind control to keep me diverted and having fun!
Not that anything could be more fun than writing my Mimosa Monday post, but when that cute huband-mouth is smiling, I melt.
Also, when I quit the day job, I swore I was gong to stop being the only veteran working on holidays honoring veterans.
In medical research, one often finds that they are the only American working in an American laboratory. And trust me, the Brits, Germans, Dutch, Chinese and Japanese never give it a second thought, when they ran off to enjoy a 3-day weekend leaving me to feed the cells, develop the films or monitor the experiments. I wish I could say I was honored to stay at work, an eye on the end result: a small piece of science that might be used as part of a small piece of a much larger project that might someday (far in the future) lead to a component in a cure or treatment. That reality did exist in my mind, after all my first husband had died of an ‘Orphan Cancer’ a victim of not having a cancer that was trending (not that it would have helped). I was the former Marine, whose husband died of battle injuries and buried in a military cemetery. No, I would have been happy to run off to a beach and waving a little flag, if I ever given the opportunity.
So as a writer, working from home, held hostage by dogs, I enjoyed the three-day weekend with my husband. There were fabulous salads made from our share of a CSA, fabulous grass-fed meats were grilled thanks to friends who blog amazing recipes and Mr Grill Master Husband. There was dog-play and dog-walks with the furry four. There was a six pack of Red Stripe killed yesterday afternoon in the hot sun on the deck while listening to reggae on Pandora (just like one of many days in Jamaica).
So, I didn’t write my post yesterday, I offer no apologies. I feel good today and ready to write!
Enjoy the week, with gratitude to those we honored.