In which the plan changes, and changes again

The Long Back Yard

The toilet is fixed. Steve Symonds deserves a twenty-five flower parade.

I would like the record to show that I? could never have fixed this myself. A hacksaw was involved.

'nough said.
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Sunday. Cloudy and cooler than it's been tending.

Got up early because that's when I woke up. Oatmeal for breakfast. Chicken breast for lunch if it happens to have thawed. If not, something else.

Wrote, oh? 700 words this morning. Given the timing of breakfast, it's probably not too early to start investigating the idea of lunch. I will do my duty the cats first, in the interests of going back to writing after lunch.

Yes, I am pushing, but I'm at the stage where "almost done!" is driving the writing engine, and, as I may have mentioned once or twice: I'm really tired of this book.

I put up the "Roman" curtain over the window in the front door, and while it's better than what was there, I'm not convinced it's actually what I want for the sliders in Steve's office. If the tie-ups were longer so I could actually adjust the shade to the height of my choosing, which you would think would be the point of this design, I might be convinced. As it is -- meh.

I watched two? three, maybe? episodes of Spy Family last night and it is not for me. May try another title this evening, if I don't faceplant first.

I am aware that I am taking way long with the Agent of Change readalong -- I plead illness. Also, yes, I, too, am reading Conflict of Honors. Things will happen as they happen at this point. Total chaos for the win.

How's everybody doing today?
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Steve Miller, The Empire State Carousel, Fennimore Farm Museum, Cooperstown NY, June 21, 2023.  Photo by Sharon Lee.

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Change of plan, because weather and also brain wants a rest.

So! Wrote just a smidge over 1,000 words today. WIP now at 125,440ish.

You know how you're sick, after you're well again, you have to do all the things you let slide? Yeah, that would be my realization today. If there's eight feet of snow on the ground on Tuesday, I've got to get the trash to the curb, so I went out while it was still warm(ish) to load the toboggan with trash bags and fill up the recycling bin. So, that's ready for Tuesday morning, no matter what.

Also, I missed changing out the cat boxes, ref "sick" above, so that will be my next trick, after which I get a shower, sweats, and ice cream in my blanket fort.

This means I can write tomorrow, and get the trash out before I have to be at PT on Tuesday morning (boy, am I gonna be in trouble with the therapist), with the least possible amount of exertion, and, hopefully, no crazypants.

I'll just say my good-evenings now. Kind of a weird day, but, some days are weird.

Everybody stay safe.