THE DAY
Things didn’t start out so hot. I finally dragged out of bed about an hour and a half later than usual because I’d spent over two hours tossing and turning in the middle of the night–again. I really do hate that. In the past, I would’ve bolted out of bed, gone to write down whatever was rattling around in there, and then gone back to bed. Normally, I would’ve fallen asleep, too. I haven’t been doing that since coming here, but now I’m wondering if perhaps I ought to try that. When I wake, I usually lie there and tell myself not to forget all the things I’m thinking–which is stupid. I actually keep re-thinking the same things–which is REALLY stupid. Better to get up, write it down, go back to sleep.
Anyway, kind of grumpy and not really with it this morning. When the husband wanted to go out for breakfast at a place he’d tried and sort of liked, I thought, Sure.
Well, the place was awful. Christian music on the speakers. Crosses all over the walls–and I’m thinking that the husband didn’t notice this stuff? But, you know, I could forgive all that if the food was good, but it was–pardon the pun–sinfully bad. We’re talking God-awful. I kept thinking that it was no wonder they put up all those crosses and had all those Bibles lying around: people must drop dead here all the time.
So now I’m grumpy, tired, and my stomach is a little grumbly, too. Got home, tried to work for an hour or so, kept yawning, and then thought, screw it. Actually put my head down and fell asleep at the desk for about ten minutes. Mind you, the husband’s in the same room, working away, and doesn’t notice. Anyway, after a ten minute power nap, I got up and went to swim, figuring that there’s almost nothing that a good swim can’t cure.
The husband wanted to goof around when we both got back (he went to the gym), but I nixed that and buckled down to work at about 5 p.m.
Worked straight through until about ten minutes ago. Got up when my watch nagged; choked down some old rice; had a cup of tea. Played around on Facebook when the watch nagged.
But I salvaged the damn day. I got the pages done and to the point where I knew I could stop for tonight because this sucker section is finally done. (I’d only been fretting over it for three days. Still cut out scads, too.) Also, I know that tomorrow afternoon will be a bust; I’ll be hanging out in the archives for most of that time. So I really, really had to get here today.
Now–time to study the inside of my eyelids.
WRITING OUT LOUD
Dark Side of the Moon
Day 1: 4326 Day 11: 2500 Day 21: 1800 Day 31: 745
Day 2: 2085 Day 12: 500 Day 22: 0 Day 32: 0
Day 3: 3011 Day 13: 1000 Day 23: 2700 Day 33: 4000
Day 4: 2652. Day 14: 3700 Day 24: 3500 Day 34: 2800
Day 5: 3210 Day 15: 5630 Day 25: 1500 Day 35: 4500
Day 6: 3450 Day 16: 1060 Day 26: 0 Day 36: 4800
Day 7: 0 Day 17: 130 Day 27: 0 Day 37: 0
Day 8: 2756 Day 18: 0 Day 28: 380 Day 38: 450
Day 9: 4580 Day 19: 3000 Day 29: 390 Day 39: 1000
Day 10: 2670 Day 20: 2600 Day 30: 380 Day 40: 2500
Day 41: 2600 Day 51: 1000 Day 63: 4800 Day 73: 1500 (edit)
*Day 42: 830 Day 52: 1600 Day 64: 3300 Day 74: 250 (sick)
Day 43: 3600 Day 53: 2600 Day 65: 2500 Day 75: 3000 (edit)
Day 44: 5000 Day 54: 3600 Day 66: 1200 (edit) Day 76: 2500 (edit)
Day 45: 2600 Day 55: 3200 Day 67: 1000 (edit) Day 77: 2500 (edit)
Day 46: 3000 Day 56: 4000 Day 68: 3000 (edit) Day 78: 2000 (edit)
Day 47: 2800 Day 57: 1200 Day 69: 1000 (edit) Day 79: 2000 (edit)
Day 48: 2500 Day 58-60: 0 Day 70: 1000 (edit) Day 80: 4300 (edit)
Day 49: 1000 Day 61: 3500 Day 71: 1500 (edit)
Day 50: 4600 Day 62: 3000 Day 72: 2500 (edit)
Blog Post: 770
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What I’m Watching:
Technically, nothing. OTOH, I am watching, in a sort of numb horror, at the slow-motion train wreck that is shaping up to be this year’s presidential race. There is no one here that I am passionate about; there are no GREAT candidates this year. There is only the one that is less awful than the others.
Frankly, I think it’s time for a third party. A legit one.
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What I’m Reading:
If I have the energy, a little Pet Sematary, I guess.
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What I’m Listening to:
Nothing, though I wish I’d heard Jeb Bush drop out. I knew it was going to happen; I keep hoping that Carson will just go away. Kasich shouldn’t be far behind, but he’d be stupid not to wait until Ohio on Super Tuesday, if only to make a pretty good showing and show that he’s relevant. (Mark my words, he will end up on the ticket.)
Honestly, I think that the Republican establishment is hoping Cruz drops out so the people who might have voted for him shift to Rubio. But what you want to bet this becomes a brokered convention?
