I’ve climbed back on the writing horse, but since it’s edits I can’t really say OH I WROTE THIS MUCH TODAY. It’s going well. I have to figure out how to represent targets though. Manuscript pages edited? Dunno, that seems most likely.
I baked bacon for BLTs and made up ingredients so they are ready to go.
I watched the last Hobbit movie. It was quite well done, although purists will be shuddering from head to foot for the duration. I am not a purist.
I went for a walk in the predawn murk and fetched cream for coffee and milk for tea, to keep that writer’s support of caffeine flowing.
Poor Hannah, the gal who was supposed to help yesterday, was sick. I was sick all the bloody time when I was her age. Now I literally cannot remember the last time I had anything resembling a cold or flu; how much I’m washing my hands might have something to do with that.
So many people, including the visitors from last week, volunteered that it made life much easier; the soup lunch is always quite chaotic, and then there was a business meeting at the end of it that I was just as happy to stay out of. I had Peggy’s turkey soup. It was quite yummy.
I wore my brown snowflake motif pj’s and my steampunk hat, and was complimented. Seriously. By everybody from Jane (who has an identical set in purple, it’s like she’s my time twin or something) to the minister, who cracked up and then told me she admired my sense of style. The only places in the world that make me feel anything approaching the same level of acceptance, in order of closeness, Mike’s place, Planet Bachelor (but only when Janice isn’t there…. ha ha), Tom and Peggy’s, my fOlks’, Conflikt and Polycamp. I am a lucky hound, f’sure.
I told Rob to invite himself to supper sometime. He was happy to hear it.
I’m selling printer ink on Craigslist – buyer is supposed to show up tonight around supper. There’s nothing like buying $75 of ink and having the fucking printer promptly quit. I’m letting it go for cheap just to get it out of the house.
Sue drove me home again, home again, and then off to an audition. I hope I’m like her in 18 years!!
Katie didn’t come to church but she just posted that Alex rolled from his back to his tummy. I wonder if and when he’s going to start crawling.
Margot stared me into throwing a treat to her this morning. I can’t wait for Buster to get fixed, he’s so lively, even with the cone of shame, that it’s quite exhausting for her.
I dejunked my phone this morning. I took out a hundred phone numbers, mostly for the café, which, duh, I no longer need, and 1.2 gigs of crapware. Go me.
I got enough sleep last night! I went to bed at 8 pm and woke up at 5, which is wonderful.
Here are the cinnamon buns I made yesterday.