I would like to take this opportunity to announce the publication of a collection of short stories, my first, by Tartarus Press, a small independent publishing house in Yorkshire. You folks on E2 have become my favorite online audience, and I am delighted to share this occasion with you all. http://www.tartaruspress.com/eisele-michael-the-girl-with-the-peacock-harp.html

Rough week behind me. Feeling better after a day off where I went grocery shopping, resolved a billing issue I had with my cell phone carrier, and treated myself to a mani/pedi at my favorite nail place which is awesome because a guy named Jerry is phenomenal and reasonably priced. I also scheduled a consult with a new physician, I had heard of River Lakes which is a clinic on the far side of town. I went in to make an appointment for a massage and ended up talking to the receptionist about their other services. I thought it was a physical therapy clinic, but I guess they are much more than that. The only catch is they don't accept my insurance. That's a bummer, but I'm optimistic for some unknown reason, probably because I love the idea of a physician who believes in things like massage and chiropractic treatments. The consult is free so if I like what I hear, I can save up whatever it would cost for an official appointment.

Today I talked to my friend who lives in Texas about the book I'm writing. I got to thinking about what I write and why I write and realized that I feel somewhat guilty about discussing it. I'm not sure why this is or where it's coming from, for not it's just a random factoid that interests me about myself. Last night the girls and I went to game night which was sponsored by the apartment complex where I live. I'm really glad I made us go even though I'm not wild about Bingo. We were the bad kids who brought our devices and couldn't stay off of them. It was a mistake to go to game night when there was a postseason baseball game on that I was trying to follow. It was rude to the people I was with to keep checking my phone and I have no excuses for my behavior. I was anxious, the guy next to me was giving me some weird vibes, and I was bored. Not okay, something to work on for next time, don't bring my phone is the obvious answer. I'm a big girl, I can do this. Lots to do so keeping it short today.

Praying this finds you well,


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