Mondays are usually the day of the week I love the best. A fresh beginning, a chance to start anew.

The Veterans Administration must share that view. On Friday, my mother got a call regarding my father’s application for long-term care. The contract had gone through, the only downfall, she would have to move him to a new nursing home — on MONDAY. Not just any old Monday, but the upcoming one. Now mind you, this call came in at 4 pm on Friday! Yikes! (For those of you who don’t know, Dad is suffering from Alzheimer’s Disease).

Mom is a person who doesn’t like change…especially not abrupt, without too much warning, change. Unfortunately, it’s a trait she’s passed along to me, although I am doing my damnedest to overcome and embrace those schedule changes that sometimes lead to bigger and better things. However, Mom, despite her nearly 80 years, still lets a little change rock her boat. Yesterday was one of those days. I fielded calls from her all day long, calm calls, desperate calls, calls that made me cry. Thankfully, today is a new day and, for her, a better one. I’ve only had one call this morning, a calm and slightly optimistically tinged call. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that the trend continues.

Despite all of the turmoil, I did manage to get 1800 words plugged into my manuscript and am hoping to at least make my 500 word goal today. Wish me luck.

Don’t forget to stop by Written in Ink for Write With Me Wednesdays and on Friday, I’ll be posting a review of a Nocturne Bite, Shadow Lover, by Lydia Parks.

See you then!

Ericka