Wednesday...

Ugh, my brain.

So I wrote that one-shot Bucky-attends-Peggy's-funeral ficlet. I intended for it to be all there was, but now my brain is wanting the story to continue to a reunion between Steve & Bucky. And so are several reviewers. So of course as I start writing what I want to be a happy, huggy time turns instead into cigarette smoke triggering nasty, really nasty, memories for Buck that will push my nice K+ rating into M territory. What the heck, brain.

I blame the cabinet installer. He was supposed to have installed the cabinets yesterday but called in sick. Uh huh. The day after a 3-day weekend he calls in sick. I have my doubts his 'illness' was viral in nature. But maybe I'm just too cynical.

Fingers crossed he comes today. Update: They hadn't arrived by 10 am so I called and was told they would be there within an hour or so. *fingers crossed*

In the meantime, back to writing horrible sadness that I'm sure my readers weren't asking for...

Ugh.