Too hot
Aug. 10th, 2025 01:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So mostly I am sitting in the only air conditioned room in the apartment, reading. This isn’t exactly bad, but it doesn’t feel worth the trip, in terms of either dollars or the hassle of traveling.
Sunday. Sunny and said to be heading for warm.
Yesterday continued off-kilter, and it's not too much to say that it actually went into a spin. Today I must and, she says determinedly, I will, write the Author's Afterword for I Dare.
First, though, I need to find breakfast and make a list so that I may dash out to the grocery. I'm almost out of cat food, and that obviously cannot be allowed to stand.
How's everybody doing?
What went before: So, today has been a mismash of working and laying around. I did get some WIP-reading done, and a lot more of lying in bed by turns listening to The Goblin Emperor (which I know so well I'm not stressed about missing things) and dozing. Back is still tender, but not so much as even this morning, so, yanno -- progress progresses.
I'm hoping to be done with the worst of this particular brand of nonsense by tomorrow. fingers crossed
The cats are liking the lying in bed part of the day's structure. I fear they're going to be disappointed when the schedule returns to what I like to call normal.
I may try to get one more shift of WIP-reading in this evening. Or I may just watch the last three episodes of WandaVision.
Everybody stay safe; I'll check in tomorrow.
Saturday. Cool-for-now and sunny. Windows in my office are open.
Woke up early and ill, but hey! At least my back doesn't hurt. Currently sipping ginger ale. Trooper has had his morning gravy-with-meds.
I did watch the last three episodes of WandaVision last night. Pulling the witch out the hat was . . . facile, and honestly, I'm not inclined to follow Agnes any further down her road.
I'm actually amazed that Marvel tried to undertake a story about life-changing grief, and that they managed as well as they did. Even unto that very difficult -- and correct -- ending. And Wanda's love for Vision did not allow her to remember/recreate him wrongly.
One of the things that we as writers do over and over is to use death as a plot device -- the motivating force that triggers the Real Story. And while it's true that the Lost Girl, the Dead Spouse, the Slaughtered Village releases a lot of energy, surely there are other means available?
Going back to Wanda -- I'm interested in the smart girl with the bright red lipstick -- Darcy? -- who seems to be a continuing character. Does anyone know where I might find more of her?
And on that note -- woman does not take her meds on ginger ale alone, so I'd better see what I can cobble together and call breakfast.
I expect it will be another Off-Kilter Day here.
What's the day looking like there?
Rosebush proof of life:
Friday: Office still closed today, for values of "closed" that include trying to find a way to read the WIP that doesn't screw up my back again. I would hate to have to replace the comfy chair in my office, but that's for later consideration.
I slept last night, and into the morning, ably assisted by rolling shifts of coon cats. Trooper and Tali are apparently the designated Morning Wake-Up team, and I variously had Rook and Firefly monitoring my morpheus ranges on the overnight.
I feel immensely better than I did at this time yesterday, which is kind of impressive, given my back still hurts. Yes, even after the steroid shot, which they gave me in my arm. The last time I had a steroid shot for back pain, they nailed me in my back. Understand, I'm not complaining, just curious.
I did manage to eat this morning, which was another thing I didn't do well with yesterday. I have a hard time eating when I'm in "that much" pain. I will say, though? Those six packs of peanut butter crackers? Are lifesavers. I did manage one of those to buffer the naproxen dose last night.
And that's my news.
What's yours?