Plans

Plans. I love making them. I love navigating them. Do you know what I don’t love? I don’t love when they explode and then I have to start all over with new ones.

This week has been an adjustment. Luna, our canine family member, started training school where we hope that some of the crazy gets worked out of her. It was going well, but it was hard for me to get back to revising my manuscript after I dropped her off at the training facility. I couldn’t get in the groove. With that being the challenge, I opted to embrace it and simply take the week off while resuming once Brian and Bailey left on their trip. Jealous? I have a little over a week of quiet. No testosterone to take up space. Bliss, friends, pure bliss. My plan was to drop Luna off and write once I got home since there would be no distractions.

Remember what I said about plans? Well, I should know from experience, that God has a wicked sense of humor. My plans for the upcoming week drastically changed when Luna developed kennel cough. (Fun fact……even vaccinated with the Bordetella vaccine, dogs can still be infected.) Her cough sounds like somebody should stop smoking two packs a day. I called her in sick to “school” and promptly took her to the vet, who confirmed my suspicions. Two antibiotics later, I was told she couldn’t return to her training program until April 12 as kennel cough is highly contagious. Awesome. Friends, I thought I was through with the whole “send your kid to school and they are sick within three days of starting” phase. Clearly, I am not.

Sure, plans change and for a few moments, I was annoyed. Then I had the revelation that I can resume my regular routine of writing first thing in the morning. Plus, I am having the second dose of my vaccine on Tuesday, and I have been told that I might not want to have anything planned in case I don’t feel well. I think God might be a better planner than me. It all worked out the way it was suppose to because His timing is always perfect.

In the meantime, I will be enjoying a quiet home. Well, as quiet as it can be with Luna and her smoker’s cough.