...is begun. I guess I should feel good about that, but it took me hours of avoidance behavior to get three solid paragraphs and a few stray lines. I even did dishes - you can guess how far gone I am if I voluntarily do dishes. So I'm thinking that these first few paragraphs are probably not too very good. I'm never a good critic for my own work.
At least it's something.
Now I'm going to sleep. And hope that tomorrow
eor's tummy is good enough to have french toast, as I wish to have that and multiple pots of tea before going to work. (He had an involuntary purge this morning, after having ice-cream for supper last night. Given this rather violent reaction seemed to have been brought on by dairy he looked askance at the kefir I brought home from the store for him, but I'm hoping he can take a little and it might get his bacteria into balance again.)
I owe e-mail or some kind of contact to my Aunt, my brother Eightball and to Teena. Not to mention Hawk's birthday is in 3 days! Crap! I've really got to get my ass in gear.
At least it's something.
Now I'm going to sleep. And hope that tomorrow
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I owe e-mail or some kind of contact to my Aunt, my brother Eightball and to Teena. Not to mention Hawk's birthday is in 3 days! Crap! I've really got to get my ass in gear.