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The Slow Slog
Monday, July 12th, 2004 07:29 pmNot my preferred way of doing things, but, hey -- things got done. Specifically:
Did the gym thing and a big handful of town errands, including giving all those too-big jeans to Goodwill. Had a bad moment when the car wouldn't turn over; actually had my cellphone in my hand and the triple-Ay card out when I decided to try it one more time, just for the heck of it, and the gods of hard-used automobiles smiled.
Despite a Great and Vasty Lethargy overtaking me in the middle of the day, Pages Were Written. Also letters to congresscritters, urging them to do everything in their power to ensure that the November elections are not postponed. I'm sorry to say that the congresscritter letters were easier to write than the pages, but, hey, I started the book! (insert faint "yaaay" from the thousands watching the play-by-play from the bars and taverns of America...)
The bad shoulder is giving me whatfor, whyfor as always a mystery. I'd hoped that the exercise would stretch out the knots, but -- no joy. Grrr.
Time to get off the keyboard and read for awhile -- The Amulet of Samarkand, in case anyone cares.
Did the gym thing and a big handful of town errands, including giving all those too-big jeans to Goodwill. Had a bad moment when the car wouldn't turn over; actually had my cellphone in my hand and the triple-Ay card out when I decided to try it one more time, just for the heck of it, and the gods of hard-used automobiles smiled.
Despite a Great and Vasty Lethargy overtaking me in the middle of the day, Pages Were Written. Also letters to congresscritters, urging them to do everything in their power to ensure that the November elections are not postponed. I'm sorry to say that the congresscritter letters were easier to write than the pages, but, hey, I started the book! (insert faint "yaaay" from the thousands watching the play-by-play from the bars and taverns of America...)
The bad shoulder is giving me whatfor, whyfor as always a mystery. I'd hoped that the exercise would stretch out the knots, but -- no joy. Grrr.
Time to get off the keyboard and read for awhile -- The Amulet of Samarkand, in case anyone cares.
