My Sunday routine is to blog for the week.  Yesterday however I had three problems that prevented me from writing the usual four or five weekly posts.

The first: I realized that a man with a mild hat obsession should not be without a place to hang  his lids.  Otherwise he will find them all over the house, piling up in drifts like autumn leaves.  So I made a hat rack for my favorites and put the rest in the bedroom closet.

Problem two: We’ve been in this house for thirteen years and still have no proper curtains for the upstairs bathroom (I’ve been tied up, okay?).  So I got out the sewing machine and remedied that problem.

Third and most ‘pressing’ problem:  I had an idea for a short-story, a horror piece called Pressed Flowers.  I had started it earlier in the week and it was begging to be finished.  So I knocked out the second half and decided to post the entire tale on Wednesday.

Look for it — it’s a beauty.

Two posts is all you get this week.  Stop your whining, will ya?