I painted this week. Miles and miles of drywall. The house is finally getting to a point where I can see what it will be like and I love it, but first there is paint. I also got my McD class up and running (which is mostly posting things, opening discussion threads and then standing back before the stampede starts), and got Krissie’s bedroom in the rental ready for her and went to New York to do a TV interview and have lunch with my agent. It was the last one that really fed my good wolf: I really didn’t want to go but I’d promised, and then the day before was awful and I didn’t get anything I needed to do done because I was fighting fires, and then I couldn’t find any dress pants and had to wear jeans, and I couldn’t sleep at all the night before, and the car came at eight instead of nine. But once I was in the car, I thought, “Come on, Crusie, you’re in a private car being driven to New York City to have a great lunch with an agent you love, and all you have to do is answer questions in front a camera to earn it.” Deep breaths, and two hours later I was in Times Square. The TV people were wonderful and best of all, they did my hair and make-up. By the time they were done, I looked like a much older Laura Linney. Note to self: Use more eyeliner. Then I went to lunch and laughed like a loon with Jodi, and my good wolf absolutely gorged because all day people were telling me how wonderful I am and for once, I believed it. Tip for feeding good wolves: BELIEVE WHAT THE GOOD PEOPLE TELL YOU.
Then I had Jodi take a picture so I could remember what the hair looked like:
Shortly after that, my good wolf burped and went to sleep.
What did you feed your good wolf this week?