The fight with the forces of evil is going badly this year. No, seriously. This ever-returning virus keeps messing with my ability to actually write. And on the days I feel well, something else hits.
But I must get off this rut and actually write.
On the good side, I’ve signed a new contract with PJM Media and will be doing both “open” and “membership only” articles for them. On that second one, I should — haven’t yet — get a code to give you a discount if you get membership.
I also have a couple of actually paying cover commissions.
All of that should help with present crunch. And the Mathematician and I will go hand in hand and skipping all the way to fight the forces of evil in the forthcoming week so I’ll hopefully FINALLY get Other Rhodes to first readers, and set about finishing Winter Prince only three months late..
Oh, on the ever-returning virus — it really seems mostly gone right now. I’m just exhausted. More on that later* — and the effects of even a mild cold when it persists that long and makes you feel extremely tired: this cost us $20k, as we had to replace our long-suffering car. All of us knew it was losing oil (slowly) and to keep an eye on the dial and anyway, add oil every week just in case. But we were TIRED and not tracking very well. So….. So. Yeah.
Sure, we’d have had to replace it in a year, but in a year, everything else working out (it should, it really should) we would have had a little more room in the budget. Ah, well.
Speaking of budget, it’s February 29th, Blogger Tipping Day!
I don’t normally rattle the cup, but I do allow myself to do it on Blogger Tipping Day.
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*As always when I am finally over a recurring virus, I did mega house cleaning yesterday. Which would be fine, except in a maneuver too complex to explain, Valeria-cat dumped a whole box of litter into a bucket of water on the floor of the laundry room. Which led to….. and hour of clean up, as soaked litter exploded all over the laundry room. By the time I was done I also had to clean the kitchen (again) the living room (again, and this time with carpet cleaner, the stairs, etc. as I couldn’t fully rid my shoes of litter. Oh, also I was shedding soaked litter from my jeans, which were soaked in it from the knee down.
I’ve never in my entire life come as close to killing a cat. She had no reason to go on top of the washer, much less to perch on the edge of another cat’s box. (I’d put it on top of the washer (on top of a trash bag) while I cleaned Euclid’s confinement-cage, otherwise known as “sick cat kitty pokey.” There are THREE BOXES ON THE FLOOR ACCESSIBLE TO HER, but she had to jump on top of the washer, where I put it to be out of the cats reach (she’s the ONLY one who can jump that high.)
Anyway, this made house-cleaning extreme mode. REALLY extreme mode. I went to bed at 8:30 and got up at 7:30 this morning. My sleeping so long must have worried Greebo, because he bit my arm at about six.
Meanwhile I can’t remember if I took my morning thyroid. Normally I take it when the alarm goes. I swallow the tablet, and turn off the alarm, in that order.
I don’t remember taking the tablet, but I also don’t remember turning off the alarm. And someone did. I’m going to take it semi-easy today so I don’t suffer a relapse.