It’s been a rocky couple of days and I haven’t been keeping up — with anything, really. I haven’t been sleeping well, and feeling physically hammered, and worried, not just because of The Usual (and how much I Truly Hate what The Usual has become), but because I had developed a fear that the house was going to be falling down around my ears.
This morning, a knowledgeable friend came by and was not only able to assure me that the house was not in imminent danger of falling down, but gave me a New Equation to apply to decision-making, which has made me feel somewhat less frantic, though I’ll need to sit with it and think about how best to apply it, going forward.
I have, as possibly reported previously, begun to write Trade Lanes, and am able to report that there are 1,050 brand new words in the novel file. The plan is open the manuscript after lunch, and at least sit with it, perhaps adding another couple hundred words.
I did sleep a little better last night and am hoping to duplicate that feat tonight, whereupon I should be in better shape all around, just in time for the 7:30 am dentist appointment on Monday (no drilling, but my front top teeth need to be re-enameled, because they’ve gotten so thin there’s a danger of breakage), and to get back into a steadier schedule.
Your patience while these adjustments go forth is appreciated.
I offer the following snippet as a peace offering:
I didn’t know teeth could be re enameled. Is that new thing, or only available in civilized places with good healthcare? I’m in the South and things seem to be going backwards.
Feel free to delete this part, Sharon: WHY would any sensible person vote for rocket ears, former coach, for governor when he isn’t even close to Matt Smith?
Well…given history, yeah, re-enameling teeth is newish. It came into my orbit about 10 years ago when the roots of a tooth were exposed, and the dentist covered them with enamel. A little after that, one of my silver fillings had to be replaced and they used a quick-setting ceramic/enamel. When we moved to Maine, we were told that “everything takes 20 years to get to Maine,” so if it’s here, it ought to be there.
I have no idea who rocket ears is, and as far as I know Matt Smith played Dr. Who.