Well, I made it through the weekend without further mishap. Then slightly pulled my right hamstring getting out of my car this afternoon. *sigh* At least I managed to walk it off before I had to get back on the school bus.
Demon Dog is doing better. My roommate said he was a little cautious on the stairs today, and he is walking up them instead of charging up full steam ahead like he usually does, but at least he’s not hesitating or refusing. I wonder if they make Deramaxx for humans?
Writing is going well. At least, I’m still plugging along at my 100 words a day. I did over 200 on Saturday. Small steps, but at least I’m consistently writing. My current thought is to leave it at 100 words a day for the year, then maybe raise the goal to 150 or 200 next year.
A few years ago I tried doing a thousand words a day. I couldn’t keep it up long term, and I know I can’t do it now – my current job is too mentally draining. Not the job itself, mind you, but one of the people I work with. Being around someone who gets their news from YouTube (and considers it a reliable source of factual information) is exhausting. (He’s also racist and homophobic and I can’t wait until school is out for the summer and I hopefully won’t have to deal with him. He says he’s not driving for summer session. He also says he’s moving to North Carolina after this year, which might make next year a better assignment.)
The time change is killing me. My body thought it was too early to go to bed and go to sleep last night and I’m paying for it today. And Demon Dog thinks it’s bedtime so I’d better get my laundry out of the washer and crash for the night.
How much longer until the weekend?
Novel Notes 