Sunday night was weird. I didn't get more than 3 hours of sleep, but my non-sleep was curiously restful. That is, I wasn't tossing and turning, just lying quietly with my brain going full-speed but somehow disconnected from my body. Like I said, weird.
And I think I figured out the next Ekanu ficlet, so that's all good.
On Monday, Dad and I took Pat into the city for her yearly appointments with the rheumatologist and orthopedist. (At least I think he's an orthopedist.) It took all day long -- 9 to 5:30, no lies -- and traffic was so bad we took the Holland Tunnel in instead of the Lincoln.
And then my computer decided it wasn't speaking to my printer, so I couldn't finish my homework assignment for Abnormal Psych. Not fun.
Today was better. And I think I'm going off to write that ficlet now, as soon as I check up on some details about silk painting.
Oh, and I got around to reviewing chapter 11 of Paracelsus's marvelous Restitution, the third in his post-Hogwarts trilogy that includes some of the best characterization I've had the pleasure of reading. Go. Read.
And I think I figured out the next Ekanu ficlet, so that's all good.
On Monday, Dad and I took Pat into the city for her yearly appointments with the rheumatologist and orthopedist. (At least I think he's an orthopedist.) It took all day long -- 9 to 5:30, no lies -- and traffic was so bad we took the Holland Tunnel in instead of the Lincoln.
And then my computer decided it wasn't speaking to my printer, so I couldn't finish my homework assignment for Abnormal Psych. Not fun.
Today was better. And I think I'm going off to write that ficlet now, as soon as I check up on some details about silk painting.
Oh, and I got around to reviewing chapter 11 of Paracelsus's marvelous Restitution, the third in his post-Hogwarts trilogy that includes some of the best characterization I've had the pleasure of reading. Go. Read.