New and improved
Started the day with an exciting development: had a shower, dried off and got completely dressed without having to negotiate for spoons! I just, like, DID it! Woo!
I also managed to read a couple of short stories without pauses for rest, then got ambitious and did a load of laundry. I didn't go so far as to bring it back inside, but what is it going to do, get wet? Pfft. This indicates a really major return of strength, if not endurance just yet.
Managed to complete a Cafepress transaction for the compulsory new-t-shirt-for-swancon order. The credit card got rejected three times in a row late last night and so it was with some trepidation I tried again this morning. The card is good, but maybe the bank server was down for maintenance. Perhaps it's a new protect-the-customer-from-themselves feature that they won't process internet purchases outside of ESDT office hours. The Falcon says "You don't need that t-shirt".
Listened to angriest's latest Bad Film Diaries podcast, and while it was lovely to hear G's voice, I can confirm that I am just not a fan of the disembodied voice format. My attention wanders, but I think that staring at a photo of him while listening would be just a little too creepy for words. Just a little. Also, Mrs Angriest would kill me.
Most importantly however, I summoned up the courage to open and read some of The Book, and ended up tweaking and adding a couple of paragraphs. Such a relief to find it was still possible for me to do that. I've signed up for a Swancon writer's workshop so I must have a chunk of something relatively shame-free to work on by some as-yet undisclosed deadline. Good old Swancon, providing me with annual creative goals for who knows how long now. I don't know if I'm scheduled for any panels this year, but I'm hoping to defend my Iron Brain title.
Swancon is coming! Swancon is coming! Swancon is coming!
Cally is on Day 5 of her medication program and unfortunately (but entirely expectedly) she's showing signs of discomfort from side effects. Tomorrow is an off day and I hope to get one more dose into her on Thursday before I have to suspend treatment again because of diminishing returns. A week is the usual. Sometime I wonder if I'm over-reading her body language, but I have spent more time with Cally in the last 17 years than with any other living thing, and that includes Husband. Cally's ears, whiskers and tail are far more expressive than Husband's.
In good Husband news, he is slowly beginning to get used to the Super Happy Terrific Fun (CPAP) machine, and is starting to look a bit brighter in the evenings. Good thing too, because he's got musical activities coming out of his ears.
I also managed to read a couple of short stories without pauses for rest, then got ambitious and did a load of laundry. I didn't go so far as to bring it back inside, but what is it going to do, get wet? Pfft. This indicates a really major return of strength, if not endurance just yet.
Managed to complete a Cafepress transaction for the compulsory new-t-shirt-for-swancon order. The credit card got rejected three times in a row late last night and so it was with some trepidation I tried again this morning. The card is good, but maybe the bank server was down for maintenance. Perhaps it's a new protect-the-customer-from-themselves feature that they won't process internet purchases outside of ESDT office hours. The Falcon says "You don't need that t-shirt".
Listened to angriest's latest Bad Film Diaries podcast, and while it was lovely to hear G's voice, I can confirm that I am just not a fan of the disembodied voice format. My attention wanders, but I think that staring at a photo of him while listening would be just a little too creepy for words. Just a little. Also, Mrs Angriest would kill me.
Most importantly however, I summoned up the courage to open and read some of The Book, and ended up tweaking and adding a couple of paragraphs. Such a relief to find it was still possible for me to do that. I've signed up for a Swancon writer's workshop so I must have a chunk of something relatively shame-free to work on by some as-yet undisclosed deadline. Good old Swancon, providing me with annual creative goals for who knows how long now. I don't know if I'm scheduled for any panels this year, but I'm hoping to defend my Iron Brain title.
Swancon is coming! Swancon is coming! Swancon is coming!
Cally is on Day 5 of her medication program and unfortunately (but entirely expectedly) she's showing signs of discomfort from side effects. Tomorrow is an off day and I hope to get one more dose into her on Thursday before I have to suspend treatment again because of diminishing returns. A week is the usual. Sometime I wonder if I'm over-reading her body language, but I have spent more time with Cally in the last 17 years than with any other living thing, and that includes Husband. Cally's ears, whiskers and tail are far more expressive than Husband's.
In good Husband news, he is slowly beginning to get used to the Super Happy Terrific Fun (CPAP) machine, and is starting to look a bit brighter in the evenings. Good thing too, because he's got musical activities coming out of his ears.