I didn't get a post up yesterday, which totally sucks.
I do have an excuse, though.
I was working in the morning before rehearsal. I planned on coming back and writing at night. I got home at nine thirty and, because one of my friends had called me on my drive home, decided to return her call before doing anything else.
It turns out that she and her husband had gotten into an accident, and their car was totaled. She sounded pretty shook up, so I hustled down there. The car had gotten hit in a parking garage, so in addition to trying to find a tow truck and talk to their insurance carrier, they also had to direct traffic so that no one else would hit their car (which was kind of in the middle of the aisle, and not drivable).
It took two hours for everything to get squared away. Then I drove them home. They live in Rockport, which is about 30 minutes away. I dropped them off, got a bottle of water, and headed back to the car.
The clock said 11:55. I knew I was screwed. So I called Trouble (who lives on the outskirts of Rockport) and went over to her house and had a beer, 'cause I needed one at that point - it had been a long day. And then came home.
I'm disappointed that I didn't keep my streak alive, but I'm going to keep plugging away, and post every day for the rest of the month. I suppose that the accomplishment of writing every day is more important than actually punching the time clock, every single day.
But, damn, it would have been nice.