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Since yesterday's post I've managed to bring up the Christmas decorations, assemble but not decorate the tree (we use a tree-in-a-box. Some of us are allergic to real Christmas trees), do four loads of laundry, three rounds of dishes, run the vacuum, place about 100 books on the shelves, do some minor cleaning in the den, read Braille for an hour, cook dinner last night and prep for dinner tonight, take out the rubbish and recycle, dust, practice bass guitar, determine that the laptop battery will run for about two and half hours if you are watching a DVD, change the litter box, and answered some email.

Oh yeah, I've written about 500 words in the last two days. Which is about a quarter of what I was shooting for, but getting that has been an exercise in blood, tears, and willpower. I was actually clenching my jaw and grinding my teeth earlier. I am, as you can probably tell, taking a break, possibly even for the day.

My brother-in-law B called this afternoon, asking if I knew whether or not Trolls in Dungeons and Dragons have a patron deity (Vaprak the Destroyer, for those of you who are curious). He said he could have looked online, but figured it would be easier to call a professional. I'm glad I could be of use.

The nice people at the L. Ron Hubbard contest sent me a cute little certificate for coming in as an honorable mention in their contest. This would be nice, except they sent me a cert from the illustrator's contest. You see, it was the writer's contest I entered. Sigh. I suppose they meant well. I think by way of apology for the mix-up they should buy the next thing I send them. That seems fair, doesn't it?

The last place I worked sent me a letter telling me that they are shutting their doors effective at the end of the year, and my insurance coverage stops then. Fortunately I can sign up with my medical coverage provider for a conversion plan, but I'm going to lose the dental, which covers not only me, but also careswen.

I think I'm going to go put on some loud obnoxious music to counter the screaming, fit throwing four year old next door and then work some more in the den. Or maybe I'll sort Christmas decorations so they're ready when careswen gets home.

Pea Soup

Michael

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Since yesterday's post I've managed to bring up the Christmas decorations, assemble but not decorate the tree (we use a tree-in-a-box. Some of us are allergic to real Christmas trees), do four loads of laundry, three rounds of dishes, run the vacuum, place about 100 books on the shelves, do some minor cleaning in the den, read Braille for an hour, cook dinner last night and prep for dinner tonight, take out the rubbish and recycle, dust, practice bass guitar, determine that the laptop battery will run for about two and half hours if you are watching a DVD, change the litter box, and answered some email.

Oh yeah, I've written about 500 words in the last two days. Which is about a quarter of what I was shooting for, but getting that has been an exercise in blood, tears, and willpower. I was actually clenching my jaw and grinding my teeth earlier. I am, as you can probably tell, taking a break, possibly even for the day.

My brother-in-law B called this afternoon, asking if I knew whether or not Trolls in Dungeons and Dragons have a patron deity (Vaprak the Destroyer, for those of you who are curious). He said he could have looked online, but figured it would be easier to call a professional. I'm glad I could be of use.

The nice people at the L. Ron Hubbard contest sent me a cute little certificate for coming in as an honorable mention in their contest. This would be nice, except they sent me a cert from the illustrator's contest. You see, it was the writer's contest I entered. Sigh. I suppose they meant well. I think by way of apology for the mix-up they should buy the next thing I send them. That seems fair, doesn't it?

The last place I worked sent me a letter telling me that they are shutting their doors effective at the end of the year, and my insurance coverage stops then. Fortunately I can sign up with my medical coverage provider for a conversion plan, but I'm going to lose the dental, which covers not only me, but also careswen.

I think I'm going to go put on some loud obnoxious music to counter the screaming, fit throwing four year old next door and then work some more in the den. Or maybe I'll sort Christmas decorations so they're ready when careswen gets home.

Pea Soup

Michael