Who was She Hearing?

Hiya, Welcome back to PEP! I swear, problems come in packs. Last weekend, we had no heat, no cable and the internet chip was out on one of the computers. We got heat back, cable back and bought a new pc. This weekend, the modem for the internet died Saturday night and has been back sporadically. It’ll be up and just when you think everything is good, it’ll die again before eventually coming back. Because it’s the modem, we still have tv but internet and phone are gone. Because our phone is tied into the modem, our company is sending someone out today(Sunday) since it’s illegal in the States to leave a paying customer without access to 911 service via the landline they’re paying for. They just needed to put a new modem and router on and we’re good to go. The first computer’s internet chip is indeed out but now we know that for a fact after testing it with a new ethernet cord. Hopefully, this’ll be the last of things breaking down and needing repairs. The last three weeks, all we’ve done is have things replaced or fixed. There is good news though. I had my first official gig with my new pet-sitting business Saturday and it went really well. The dogs were well-behaved and a joy to sit for. Their owner seemed pleased so hopefully they’ll be repeat clients. I also have a couple of potential jobs I may get interviews for. Here’s hoping Murphy’s done with me for the moment. I know what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger but I’ve had enough strength-building exercises for the time being.

This week’s question: When I’m in pain, physical or emotional, the kindest thing I can do for myself is?
My answer: The kindest thing I can do for myself is step back and take time for myself. If the pain is emotional, I need to take a break from who or whatever caused the pain in the first place. If the pain is physical, I likely need rest anyway for whatever muscle I pulled or bone I broke so taking time for myself would be best. My taking time for myself is usually reading, writing, playing video games, or just chilling by myself.
What’s your answer?

This week’s baking and cooking: This week’s cooking was Mexican Chicken Tortilla Soup and I made the first recipe of March, scalloped red skin potatoes. The chicken tortilla soup actually tasted like the chicken tortilla soups I’ve had at Mexican food restaurants, like Posadas. The scalloped red skin potatoes were good but they had a boil-over in my new oven. Just now did the burnt milk finally get cleaned up, three days and multiple attempts later. So, this week’s baking of root beer float cupcakes never got done. However, I’ll be cleaning the house today for its monthly deep cleaning. Then, tomorrow, Tuesday, I’ll be baking the root beer float cupcakes and the cookies and cream cupcakes so I’ll have an update for you next week on the baking front.

This week’s writing: For those that read Friday’s short story, I’ll be continuing Cheryl’s new adventure on Friday. Who knows just what her new friends will get her into, hopefully nothing illegal (so we hope).
It’s 3 am. Her partner got out of bed to use the bathroom, she guessed. She never turned over. After she felt him return to bed and she was drifting back to sleep, there was suddenly a knock on the bedroom door.
She lifted her head but before she could ask who it was, her boyfriend asked, “Babe, why’d you lock the bedroom door?”
Her heart stopped, the bedroom door doesn’t have a lock on it, how was he stuck out there and if he was out there…
Her head twisted to look behind her and she stopped breathing, jaw dropped, at the sight of the insanity in the blue eyes looking at her from under tangled black hair. He lifted a finger to his lips, twisted in a snarl.
She shakily closed her mouth, not daring to utter a word. The insanity in his eyes promised torture if she did.
She turned her head to look at the door, wondering how he’d got the door to lock when it didn’t have a lock. It was the last thing she ever did.
The next morning, yellow tape crossed the front door of their house, neighbors gathered in the street in front of the unsuspecting house.
The cop who’d answered the 911 call asked the cop, “Any ideas who would do something like this?”
“No. But clearly they wanted them to be found since none of the neighbors have any idea who called 911 and 911 traced the call to their own landline.”
“How’d they die?”
“At first glance, she was choked from behind, never making it out of bed. He was found in the hallway, stabbed 16 times. The coroner places estimated time of deaths at 3:05 for him and 3:15 for her. But we’ll know more after the full autopsy. We’ll find who did this.”
© Paula Crofoot

Monday Motivation: If you believe in yourself and have dedication and pride- and never quit, you’ll be a winner. The price of victory is high but so are the rewards.

Writing Prompt: I saw my reflection blink so I smashed the mirror. Big Mistake.

This is the first Monday post of March so here’s the Monthly Chain:
“Go to Hell!”
“Been there. Devil didn’t like me and spat me back out.”
The blond’s mouth hung open, acidic comment on the tip of his tongue, surprised by the retort. Most people that were told to go to hell weren’t able to respond. He was the first person to actually fire back.
The brunet grinned sardonically.
“Wasn’t expecting that, were you?”
He scowled, surprise quickly faded.
“No. But if even the Devil doesn’t like you, doesn’t that give you a hint?”
The brunet clutched a hand to his chest, “Oh, that hurts.”
Straightening, sarcastic light bright in his blue eyes, “Not.”
The blond sneered, “Take a hint, will you. Get lost!”
“Nah, even without a map, I’ll find a way back to you. You’re too fun to needle.”
Anger settling in his green eyes, “I don’t like you harassing me. Leave!”
“Nope. This is a public space, I have just as much right to be here as you do.”
Muttering words under his breath too low for the brunet to hear, the blond whirled and started walking away himself.
The brunet grinned, this was the most fun he’d had in a while.
He wasn’t about to let this go and quickly caught up with the blond.
What’s next? Does the brunet keep needling the blond? Why doesn’t the blond like the brunet?

Music I’m listening to as I’m posting this: Plan B: MuteMath-Reset EP

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