Here's what happened: the girls went down for a nap in the B&B we were staying at in Nantucket. My reading finished 5 minutes later. I didn't dare enter the room while the girls were nabbing much-needed sleep. So what did I do?
First I ate cookies and tried to drink expensive coconut water, which didn't work out for me. (An idle MMB is a bad MMB.) Then I read some of Natalie Bakopoulos's book The Green Shore. Next I wandered into my B&B and sat in that weird "parlor" room that no one really goes into, and re-plotted my novel. Then I apparently left the notebook in the parlor and went on about my life.
Only when I was checking out of the B&B did I happen to see a suspiciously-familiar black notebook with this note on it. And I can't bring myself to remove the note, even a week later. I love it. It represents, so much, where I am in my life right now. Disorganized. Barely holding on. Inspired. Forgetful. Taking risks.