It's plain to see we're over

Wrote about 1,000 words so far. Taking a break to do PT homework, and to open the door so the FedEx guy could put the cat litter in the vestibule for me, and to come to terms with a couple of hard truths.

Hard truth number 1 -- I'm not going to be able to give stained glass the attention it deserves. I want to do it, but -- writing first, and cats, and PT, and having to sleep -- and I don't have time to embrace another art as it deserves. I hate this, but here we are. I still intend to finish my second piece, but I think I won't be going forward.

Damn.

Second hard truth -- I'm really glad I had two other people read the results of my MRIs and talk to me about what they mean, because I just got a note from my doctor saying that the results are "unremarkable." Now, the results are not epically bad, and if I keep at the PT, I can probably get to a place where my back will be stronger and less likely to kick out (though it occurred to me last night that I still need some kind of drug intervention on hand for if/when it does), but the tone of this thing is "It's all in your head," which, when I was a kid and having a hard time figuring out what was this "real" people kept talking about, was devastating. I'd gotten it wrong again, and mixed up Story Stuff and Real Life Stuff.

My skill level on that front is much better 60-odd years down the road, and now? I'm mad. No, it is not in my head. Yes, it is remarkable because if I don't do something now, it will get worse. Jeebus, do I gotta explain this stuff to a doctor?

Also, there's a bill from the practice, which, yeah, I really feel like paying.

What else? Oh. I brought my boom box up from the studio and rigged it up with an extra set of Steve's high-end Bose speakers, and now I can listen to CDs from our own collection in the living room in the evening when the cats and I retire to read, and I'm not dependent on Sirius or Maine Public playing exactly what I want to hear.

Speaking of which -- this morning I heard something interesting on Sirius XM (thank you, Tommy London). Once Upon a Time, there was a band called Damn Yankees, which was a pretty good band -- Ted Nugent, Tommy Shaw, Jack Blades, and Michael Cartellone -- that put out two pretty good albums. And, as they were on their way, literally, to the studio to get album number three in the can, they were contacted by their agent. Their label was offering them a million bucks not to make the album.

They took the money, and the band . . . disbanded.

Now, I have no idea what discussions ensued before they made their decision, but, my ghod, what a decision to have to make. And I can see that one consideration would be that, if the label wanted to get rid of them to the tune of a cool mil, if they didn't take the money, it was likely the third album would never be promoted and the band would still have to disband -- and be broke, too.

Well.

Time for PT homework. I may send out for Chinese for lunch. Or not. I have leftover curry. Speaking of decisions...
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I'm always pleased when Steve joins me for my walk. Today I was offered the insight that the thing which has blocked my finishing of my second piece of stained glass isn't a lack of time -- when I was cutting pieces out, I'd go to the studio for an hour in between writing this or that and cut glass -- but lack of a tool, which also comes down to a lack of time. I don't have a grinder, and I therefore need to rent a studio and drive out for what amounts to a day to grind my pieces.

If I had a grinder in-house, I could just keep on with my hour of Art While I Think.

So, now what I need to ask is: Am I committed enough to this new art to purchase a grinder?

Whole different question.

And? Collaboration in action.
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So that's a total of 1,841 words on the day, bringing the WIP to 121,060ish. The scene I wrote today may be too long, but I liked the character. And of course the minute I got up, I thought of two other things that need to happen in that scene, so! I printed it out to read tomorrow morning while I'm in the comfy chair with the sunlamp.

I'm thinking this weekend is divesting myself of Christmas. The wreath is kinda bleeding needles, and the cats are not fans.

I had leftover curry for lunch, and by virtue of adding leftover peas and rice, and throwing in some onions and some green pepper, there's still curry left over, though I'll probably give it a break tomorrow.

And that? Is all I've got.

Everybody stay safe and have a good evening.

I'll look in tomorrow.

Today's blog post title brought to you by Deep Blue Something, "Breakfast at Tiffany's"

Oh, no, wait! That's not all I've got. Here, have a picture of Rookie.