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Today was the day that got away
Friday, April 28th, 2006 08:37 pmI slept late. It was ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kinzel's fault. Which is unusual, as he's the one who most often springs out of bed early and eager while I burrow more securely into the blankets and sue for another couple hours' of sleep, with maybe a nap later on in the day...
In any case, sleeping late meant that the trip to the post office to mail the second half of the Calamity's Child pre-orders had to put off 'til noon (our post office now closes from 11 - noon everyday, opens a half-hour later and closes a half-hour later). I used the time productively, filling some of those other orders which had stacked up while we were waiting for reprints and then were away. Which meant that when I did arrive at the post office, I had plenty to keep Jay occupied for the hour between noon and one. All of the pre-orders are gone; the backlogged Other Orders are not quite gone, but I'm still looking for a Monday launch date, depending on how ...engaging... the Flea Market Experience proves to be.
We have two tables at the Winslow High School Class of 2009 Graduation Project Flea Market tomorrow, from 7:30 a.m. until 2-or-2:30 p.m. Today, around other projects, we made piles of things to sell, and we hope that people come with full wallets and a giving spirit.
One of the other projects on deck was taking Scrabble to the vet, because she had been having bouts of Extreme Sneezing, all yesterday and last night. When I say Extreme, I mean that she would start, one sneeze right after another, and keep it up for two minutes at a go. After which she would shake her head, lie down again and sleep until the next attack came over her. She woke me up three times last night with Sneeze Attacks (she sleeps on the cedar chest at the bottom of the bed), and we were worried that there was something Seriously Wrong.
Of course, Scrabble was not so accommodating as to actually have a bout of Extreme Sneezing while we were at the vet's. Her temp is fine, her lungs are good, her nose is clear -- verdict? Allergies. Who knew cats were allergic to maple pollen?
...and as I type this, a bout of Extreme Sneezing is happening behind me. Poor Scrabble.
In and around the rest, writing has happened. At some point tomorrow, I'm going to have to deal with the pile of SRM bookkeeping at my right hand, before it slides off the desk and buries me alive.
And now it's rising 9 p.m. Time for lunch and some catch-up withkinzel
Progress on the Book Without a Name
kinzel's fault. Which is unusual, as he's the one who most often springs out of bed early and eager while I burrow more securely into the blankets and sue for another couple hours' of sleep, with maybe a nap later on in the day...In any case, sleeping late meant that the trip to the post office to mail the second half of the Calamity's Child pre-orders had to put off 'til noon (our post office now closes from 11 - noon everyday, opens a half-hour later and closes a half-hour later). I used the time productively, filling some of those other orders which had stacked up while we were waiting for reprints and then were away. Which meant that when I did arrive at the post office, I had plenty to keep Jay occupied for the hour between noon and one. All of the pre-orders are gone; the backlogged Other Orders are not quite gone, but I'm still looking for a Monday launch date, depending on how ...engaging... the Flea Market Experience proves to be.
We have two tables at the Winslow High School Class of 2009 Graduation Project Flea Market tomorrow, from 7:30 a.m. until 2-or-2:30 p.m. Today, around other projects, we made piles of things to sell, and we hope that people come with full wallets and a giving spirit.
One of the other projects on deck was taking Scrabble to the vet, because she had been having bouts of Extreme Sneezing, all yesterday and last night. When I say Extreme, I mean that she would start, one sneeze right after another, and keep it up for two minutes at a go. After which she would shake her head, lie down again and sleep until the next attack came over her. She woke me up three times last night with Sneeze Attacks (she sleeps on the cedar chest at the bottom of the bed), and we were worried that there was something Seriously Wrong.
Of course, Scrabble was not so accommodating as to actually have a bout of Extreme Sneezing while we were at the vet's. Her temp is fine, her lungs are good, her nose is clear -- verdict? Allergies. Who knew cats were allergic to maple pollen?
...and as I type this, a bout of Extreme Sneezing is happening behind me. Poor Scrabble.
In and around the rest, writing has happened. At some point tomorrow, I'm going to have to deal with the pile of SRM bookkeeping at my right hand, before it slides off the desk and buries me alive.
And now it's rising 9 p.m. Time for lunch and some catch-up with
kinzel
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