What went before: 707 new words today, bringing the WIP total word count to 35,147.
I printed out Blays and Majel’s Excellent Adventure, and will now have to time it.
Trooper is insisting that it is Coon Cat Happy Hour neeOW!, and he is, alas, wrong. I will therefore torment him by straightening up my desk and staring into the abyss of next week, which starts off with a bang! — a 7am appointment at the car dealership to get the Subaru ready for hitting the road. And! I need to remember to take the backway, because the ramp off the expressway to the dealership is closed (again) for repairs.
Sixteen people have committed to the Friends of Liad Breakfast at BaltiCon, which is certainly enough to warrant making a reservation.
It’s started to rain again; apparently, this is expected to continue through tomorrow night.
And Firefly has just come by to remind me about watching Dr. Who tonight…
Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.
Sunday. Raining. I’m chilly, but I don’t think it’s actually chilly. Anyhoot, sweatshirt on, and the dishwasher is doing its thing.
Breakfast was a cup of cottage cheese with a spoon of blueberry/ginger jam stirred in, this being the compromise after I informed myself that “I’ll just skip breakfast” was Not Acceptable. Lunch is easier. I have some tomato soup left over from the other day, into which I shall place a meatball or two and maybe some lentils, and, hey-presto! — rainy day soup.
<aside>I managed last year by riding the wave of Habit. But the wave has struck, and broken, and it’s becoming noticeably harder for me to keep on track. I haven’t lived by myself for nearly 50 years, and I’m finding I’m not very good at it. OTOH, I don’t really want to live with anybody else. Honestly, there’s no pleasing the woman.</aside>
So, last night, we watched Dr. Who. Firefly watched most of the Space Babies from the top of the cat tree, with Tali, but she came down when the bogeyman almost got Eric, and cuddled up with me, so we went on and watched the Music Thief, which I quite liked. (Apologies for not recalling the official titles of these episodes.)
Today, I need to time my (proposed) reading, and do some writing. Also, I need to make rice to have against need; it seems I’ve been eating a lot of rice, somehow, and remember to set the alarm for Omighod so I can be in Augusta (going the back way) by 7 am. I may grab breakfast at Lisa’s, after, and forage on the way home.
Looking out over the Long Back Yard — it’s amazing how quickly the leaves and flowers get on with it, once they’ve decided the time is right. I swear that two weeks ago, I had skeleton trees…
How’s everybody doing today?
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I am hoping that the evidences I see of disorientation in my brain is merely an unconscious reaction to not having to “go” to work. I have things to do, but the routine that a regular job had established is no longer there to inform my weekdays. Meanwhile, planning a trip up north to see my sister while tickets are cheap.
Yeah, several years after retirement I also struggle with what day it is. One thing that helps (doesn’t solve, but helps) is the two huge digital clocks: the time is shown in digits 5 1/4 inches high (can read it, barely, without glasses, in the dark) and in 2 inch letters the name of the day (and date). Several vendors on “Big River” sell similar clocks.
I also live alone and often would like not to live alone. I’m just not sure that I could get used to having another person in my space, regardless of how much I would like them to be there.
We do what we can do.