bad day no sleep
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Want to get some Perl knowledge so I can maybe contribute to This Here Webbed Site. We shall see.
Up betimes because there were pony races in the hall, followed by a sound that my sleeping mind identified as "That's not right."
And, indeed, it wasn't right. Steve has a piece of burlap hanging in his office with various convention badges and buttons appended thereto. And Rookie Too-Smart had gotten one of the badges down with its lanyard and had run it down the hall to put by the bed, so I'd be sure to see it, first thing.
Sigh.
What a good boy.
Tea brewing. And look! I have an extra couple hours to write!
And how's Monday starting out for you?
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Small break to refill the Yeti with water and confuse the cats.
Not quite as focused on the writing this morning as I have been. I did write +/-865 words, and I intend to go back and at least plot out -- I use this term both loosely and idiosyncratically -- the scenes that are missing. Very few of those, now, which is -- I have no idea how this book is happening, but it's managing to come together, and, yanno -- I'm only the writer. Nobody tells me anything.
I really want to just continue writing today, absent breaks for staging the trash, and doing my duty to the cats, and my brain is telling me I could just call in a veggie burger from Five Guys and that would be efficient, which suggestion is entered as evidence for why I don't trust my brain.
As I said, I wasn't laser-focused this morning. For instance, I bought a slip-proof mat for my keyboard, since Steve's desk is VERY slidey. I also signed up for braiding and storytelling at First Friday, reasoning that, if I have something to actually attend on First Friday, the whole affair will make more sense to me.
The addition of the braiding made me realize that I suddenly have lots going on this week, For Values Of. Tomorrow evening, needlework; Thursday evening, my first stained glass class; Friday evening, the braiding thing; Saturday, Magic Rocks. I should also get (another!) blood test and a back xray. I can do the back xray tomorrow, but I'm a little leery about another blood test, even though this one isn't fasting, and shouldn't require more than one vial.
The above is also an illustration of why I don't take every weekend "off" -- I tend to decide to do things whenever, since writing is, to a certain point at least, malleable.
So, that. And I guess, while I'm up, I might as well perform my duty to the cats and get the trash and recycling into the garage for tomorrow.
So, I see that the Reimagined United States now has autodocs? And special hospitals that are only filled with autodocs -- excuse me -- "Med Beds" (gags), and there's one with my name on it, probably in Solcintra, but, hey, it's the thought...
How's everybody at more or less midday (Eastern US) Monday?
Today's blog post brought to you by John Parr, "St. Elmo's Fire"
Saturday was fun. I went into the city for a gathering of friends to talk art and anything else that came to mind. It was exactly what my spirit needed. Some good food and pleasant conversation. Thanks, gang.
Today is chores day. I am working the next two days so I want to get as much done as I can today. I do need to go to the grocery store for a few things as well.
My body clock is getting me up earlier these days. I saw a lovely sunrise this morning. I think once we go back to normal time in November, my body will sort it out.
September is Mental Health month among other things. I have been quite open about my struggles with my mental health. Right now, I am stuck in the spin cycle of situational depression. Situational depression is a little different than normal depression. In situational depression, the situation one is in is the cause of the depressive cycle. Considering all that has happened in my life for the past couple of years, it’s obvious. I am lucky I have a good therapist and doctor who have helped me through some of these crises. I am using prescribed drugs to help my brain to work more normally. I think I would have shut down entirely if I didn’t have them.
I also must thank my friends who have had my back. I have people I can talk or rant or vent to. I feel the support even when I am alone. Knowing I can call someone if things start getting bad in my head is a great relief.
Y’all have helped me a lot. Having a place, I can just say something and not be judged is very helpful. I also feel the love and support.
I am grateful for all the support.
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