My cleaning lady is due to
arrive in less than an hour, I’m still in my pyjamas, and I haven’t tidied in
preparation for her.
I have a list of phone
calls to make.
The supplement that
miraculously healed Eostre’s kidneys is backordered everywhere and I can’t get anymore and I’ve run out. Fuck.
Ohmygods where did all those overdue e-mails come from??
The story I’ve been
writing has been eating my brain to the extent that I’ve gotten no other work
done for several days. It must be finished today, though, and I’ve got bits and
pieces of the end written, so hopefully it just all needs to be stitched
together into some attempt at a coherent narrative.
Downton Abbey was awesome with a side of awesomesauce.
The wind was so wild last
night it woke me up around 4:30 a.m., and then at 5 I had to get up to make
sure the roof over the kitlings’ run hadn’t blown away, and then at 5:30 I got
up to see if it was our gate that was banging and crashing (it wasn’t). Ugh.
I miss Ken.
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Update the first: Phone calls made, including one to vet to ask about alternative supplement for Eostre. Upstairs tidied enough for cleaning-lady purposes, and I'm dressed/abluted. Now for another cup of tea, and on to the story.
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