I’m taking tomorrow off. And yes, I recognize the solemnity of Memorial Day so don’t @ me. It’s not like I’m throwing a pool party or getting hammered in Deep Ellum.

But it is a federal holiday and I need a day off. No, I deserve a day off. I’ve been working my ass off formatting books and getting them uploaded to Smashwords and Google Play, which is completely separate from the ad maintenance, record maintenance, writing, editing, cover design, and all the other tasks that come with being an indie author. Oh, and let’s not forget fulfilling various creative commissions, doing the food shopping, the cooking, the cleaning and laundry, looking after Ramón and the J Crew, checking in on various people who need it, and generally being Helpful Hannah to all and sundry.

I may not be able to afford a cruise right now, but I can damn well take one day off to rest, recharge, and see if I can recover just a smidgen of enthusiasm. So I am going to play around with my plasticine and investment and see if I can make this pair of amber and silver earrings I’ve wanted to take a crack at, then I’m going to catch up on The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, and then I may well crawl in bed early and read to my heart’s content. Luxury…