::giggle:: Did I forget to blog last night? ::bat eyelashes, toss the hair:: I’m such a silly! No clue where that came from. Okay, let’s see. Yesterday. Get up on time–no. Karate yes, I took class with Hope. Breakfast and kitchen, some, but it’s going downhill. Hope to day-care–not on a Saturday. Errands–family visit completed. […]
I’m tired and I’m cold (the cooler is either on high or not on at all, at the moment) and I’m clearly up past my bedtime. Damn it. So here’s the quick version. Get up on time–yes. Karate–no. Hope decided to play sick, so I missed my lesson. Damn it. Breakfast and kitchen–progress made. Hope
How childish is a trial of wills? You tell me. When I am one contestant, and my alarm clock is the other, how bad is that? Pathetic? That’s what I thought. That first morning, I think I mentioned. It went off at six, I couldn’t face it and the snooze was only four minutes long,
Ever have one of those days when everybody wants just a minute of your time? Lucky you. Not one person/place/animal/interaction today has taken only a minute of my time. From the lady whom I told “I’m cleaning out my office and leaving for the summer, if you’re not here in the next hour you’ll have
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All right, I give up. I am writing a novel in search of a plot. I’m going to stop, until the plot comes and clobbers me. I’m too tired to do anything tonight anyway.
Road martians! You’re back! I’ve missed you. Uh, road martians means I’m staying up too late. Damn. 8051 is the word count. Pretty damn good, ne? Hn. (too much Japanese lately. Don’t ask.) Gotta go to bed, gotta go to bed, gotta go to bed. Blah.
Remember the plan to time out my days, to get things done, to write on a couple different projects, to accomplish what needs doing without driving myself or anyone else crazy? Ha. I wrote today. That’s about it. And the word count really doesn’t reflect that I didn’t do a damn thing else, so what
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