Busy, with A Chance of a post later

First thank you to Michael Hooten for the meme. It made me LOL. You people are nuts. What has the Secretary of State done to deserve Indy crawling on him and yelling? (The yell means “Put on a British Mystery, hold my paw and rub my belly, but how would Marco know that? And incidentally, Happy Belated Birthday (Yesterday) to the Secretary of State.) Also that sampler on the wall is the most me thing ever. (Though for the record it’s five people, since I like the boys and the Pickles. And honestly it should include all of you, but “I like coffee and maybe 300 people” doesn’t have the same punch.) As for the mug, I’m going to have to have one made, as soon as I have time to order it.

Okay, first to set your mind at rest: I’m much, much better. This is not LIKELY the permanent solution, there is a CT scan and other stuff planned for July and until then I’ll be on a “low dose maintenance antibiotic”. BUT I’ve definitely turned the corner on this bout of “Dear Lord, what is happening to my right kidney?” And my mind has largely unfogged. (Not fully. I think I still need a few dozen hours of sleep to be fully me, but–)

So what is the almighty rush and why am I putting up a not-post?

Because we have an appointment (move related — and it’s a long story, and no, I’m not explaining, at least not yet. For one we don’t know it really is happening yet. We will in a couple of weeks, give or take. It’s not a forced move like the last one, but a “Oh, this would be so good for us, at our time of life and given how we actually live.” ) non-medical, which we thought was at three pm and is actually at twelve thirty. Fortunately they called us to make sure we brought all needed stuff and … well. Part of the reason I need more sleep is that I was all curled up and getting some Zs when Dan hauled me up and strongly suggested I get in the shower and dressed, because we’d screwed up the times. (He didn’t write it down as when we made the appointment the move was even more of a blue sky thing, so we didn’t think we’d need it.) IF there is a move, the plan is to outsource almost all of it, and not interfere with my writing. We’ll see how that works. SHOULD work. There’s reasons it didn’t last time. They don’t apply now.

Anyway, so. Here we are.

So I have like less than half an hour to get this post up, which even at the rate I type is not enough for the post I had planned which is about how the sides view each other, about the cringe stuff occasionally on our own side (Hey, desperate people sound weird. I know. I’ve been there) and the outright terrifying stuff the other side says. And not fringe figures, but their candidates.

I have been meaning to do that post for a while, but now I have the brain and don’t have the time. So, if we’re back sort of on time (it could take an hour or three, depending on how likely the move looks. It could even take more. Sigh.) I’ll do another post today. If not, I’m going to ask you to just consider this a wasted week, because really. Between one thing and another probably my worst blogging week in years.

If you subscribe to my substack, if I can manage not to get sick again for a couple of weeks, I’ll start snippetage again, not just Orphans, but also Winter Prince, which I THINK I figured how to disembugger. I could give you Rhodes to Hell, too, which is in the process of almost-finished, but well, I’ll ask the substackers.

I really should update them more often, but I get tired of putting in “Welp, sick again.” Hopefully the scan, etc, will figure out what’s going on, because I figure everything else is weakened by recurring infections and who knows what. (But we hopefully will mid-July.) “Of course my autoimmune is just nuts” is a possible answer, but the doctors don’t think so. So, here we are. And yet, the memento mori reminds me that I have some 40 books to write (and the Elly 6 are MASSIVE) before I’m done. So, don’t worry too much, because I have miles to go and promises to keep, and I won’t let the stupid body get in the way of that.

Meanwhile, there’s yesterday’s clanker song (yes, there will be one today, too. I have to finish the video.)

I tried anime style for this video, and I can’t say I’m in love with it, so I’ll probably go back to more painterly, and try to figure out how to make the images coherent another way. And yes, lyrics videos are coming, they just take time. (Again hopefully the low level maintenance antibiotic keeps me functional until we figure out what’s going on, and keeps my Little Pickle from threatening to pick me up bodily (hint, she probably can’t, but I wouldn’t like to try it) and throwing me in the back of the car to take to ER, when she comes over and I’m not functional. Look, this sounds a lot more dire than it is. I’m okay, really. It’s just a bothersome thing.)

And this is the previous one, if you missed it yesterday.

Yes, another experiment with graphics. Reactions are mixed, so there.

Will I make songs for other books? I don’t know. I suspect I need to finish this sound track before the next one has room to even arrive. Maybe I’ll give Witch’s Daughter a spin. Who knows? Maybe Witchfinderr.

Anyway, please forgive me for running, but it’s one of those days. I don’t even know whether to wish I’m back shortly or not, since that would mean things.

Hold the fort while I’m gone. Don’t talk to strangers (or truthfully to pollsters). And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. (Yes, that does indeed give you a wide latitude. Still.)