Welladay...

[rolanni]

Got the edits for the existing pages of Crystal Dragon done. Go, me.

The score, at the top of the first...

Project: Crystal Dragon
Total Words: 15,487
Goal: 120,000 +/-

Tomorrow: Live! without a net!
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Frost last night, which nipped the hopeful late roses in the bud. Ah, well. It was a mad, foolish plan to put buds out this late.

Woke up last night distressed and short of breath; proximate cause appearing to be that my dream-brain hadn't been able to remember something Very Important -- aka the name of the road where the horses were that I used to walk down when we lived in Owings Mills. Waking-brain couldn't remember the name of the dern road, either (it's only been -- what? -- seventeen years?), and it took some time to get my breathing straightened out, and go back to sleep.

So, this afternoon, as we were heading off to the grocery store, I mention the dream and the distress to kinzel -- and bless me if the stupid distress cycle didn't start up all over again. Made for an ...interesting... shopping experience. Adrenaline surges are exhausting beasts, so after we got home and put the cold stuff away, I wimped out and took a nap. This was the Right Thing to do.

There's something odd going on with Mozart's back foot, which needs to be looked at. After that, a light supper, and the next chapter of ...Lonesome October.

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[alfreda89.livejournal.com]

Hummm...I have these things occasionally, but you remember more of them than I do. It used to be the "you're in finals and you realize you never went to this class or never found the room" but I kept telling myself "I graduated! Several times! Won't work!" So now it's an unpaid insurance form, or pills I stopped taking, or such...and the d$#@ thing is, I **did** once forget to pay the house insurance (so much spam from the company I thought it was another pre-payment on the auto...) and I'm on so many things that do change, this dream can fool me.

I only have the waking anxiety ones when I'm taking too much artesmisin...LBb die-off does weird things to you. A nap, neither too warm nor too cool, and a few cats, sounds very sensible. I'd vote for a nice cup of tea or hot cider, too.

Congrats on book progress. There WILL be synopsis progress today.... (Writer subconscious looks guilty, the Chef looks smug about Bombay Chukka and Texmati Rice for dinner last night and killer wasabi deviled eggs.)

One massage down, one to go.