So, this is not a belly aching post. Except it sort of is. I’m now well enough to actually work most of the time, except…
Except this week has been insane. For those not aware of it (those on the Facebook Diner know) my older nephew had a heart attack and surgery last week. He’s now home and recovering well, but for a while there it was kind of shaky.
I love all my nephews and nieces (including by marriage) but Jorge is special since I got to spend a lot of time with him before I married when he was five. Also, he’s only 33, so a heart attack was alarming.
We had a friend drop by last Sunday (from out of state) so we had dinner with him at Pete’s Kitchen on Colfax, and that was a bright spot in a week that was otherwise just dreary.
Then on Monday we played with car trouble which necessitated a lot of phone coordination, so that halfway through the day I gave up even trying to write. Tuesday I caught up on the non-fic, and Wednesday I started arranging leech therapy for the oldest cat. (You probably don’t want to know.) Thursday was The Day Of The Plumber. Trust me, no details wanted — or will be given. Just… no. It pretty much highjacked my day from 11 am till eight thirty pm.
And Friday, after The Day of The Plumber (I think I’ll write it as a horror story!) I didn’t feel up to writing the chapter, but I thought I’d do it by the evening. Except when I went to the attic to do the cat boxes, preliminary to doing the (usually) two hours of house cleaning I do to keep entropy slightly at bay, I found that one of the cats — probably while we were dealing with the plumber, so it was dry) had carpeted the attic in diarrhea. It started at one of the boxes, but continued all through the attic, including nooks and crannies, where cats hide when scared. Since the attic is storage space with stacked boxes, it was like a scavenger hunt that was no fun at all. Also… let’s say the paint scraper was needed. That’s all. Then there were two thorough moppings with bleach-and-pinesol and piping hot water.
In Portuguese mythology er… excrement is supposed to presage money.
I’m gonna be SOOOOO rich. And then I’ll hire someone to handle this stuff.
Anyway, I finished cleaning at four thirty instead of one or so, as is normal.
BUT I hope we’re now done with the Chinese fire drills.
One of the car issues persists but I’m hoping it will be the obvious and simple solution. (Can everyone hope for that? Thank you.)
So today I’d like to do my post for PJM and then just write.
The amazing thing is that I AM feeling better. I have to be. I actually WANT to write.
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The Free Range Oyster
The Man From Empire (Rediscovery)
An arcology in the Empire has been destroyed, estimated casualties 18 million. Osh Scimtar, an Imperial Secundus, has the opportunity to follow the saboteur’s escape route if he goes immediately. He arrives at a technological but primitive world, just beginning the climb the Empire has already made, populated by humans whose ancestors must have been from the Empire. He meets a young woman who helps him learn what he needs to know to complete his mission on this unknown world with no knowledge of or contact with the Empire. A world known to its inhabitants as Earth.
The Sky Suspended
A generation has passed since asteroid scares led the United States to launch its first and only interstellar starship. The ship returns and announces the discovery of another Earth. People are star-struck, crowds form in Washington, DC, and a boy from Alaska and two lawyers grapple with issues surrounding the question of whether ordinary people will be able to emigrate to the stars.