Wait for the flow 11/23/11

• I am so dumb sometimes, stressing about not being inspired to write today.  I wasn't meant to write today.  When I finally let go of what I expected of myself, the flow came, telling me to do revisions on pieces I'd already written and work on queries.  Spent all morning in the flow, not even noticing time passing, got three queries sent, and almost made myself late for my volunteer gig.
• Peeled and cut sweet potatoes for 2.5 hours at the Community Kitchen to prep for the big Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow.  What an eclectic group of people volunteering with me:  a retired PE teacher from New York that winters with her sister in MB, Florida, and cruising the Caribbean that said "what the hell would you do that for?  I've never read a book in my life and I don't plan to" when I told her I came here to write; a chef that's worked in some of the finer MB restaurants but hurt his back and now lives on disability and has to volunteer to keep his supplemented housing; an assistant bank manager; several homeless people; and several rich retired people.  Found out my dancing bud Mary and her sweetie Lee will be there tomorrow for the big dinner.
• Got a cut in my palm, several blisters, and sore arms, but feel much better after hottubbing.  Is there anything that hot tub won't cure?  If there is, I haven't found it.