There was no disc yesterday. Not enough people. No fun. I came away from disc Tuesday with a fat lip and a bunch of ant bites. I certainly hope tonight goes better than that. At least, I’ll have a nice cooler of beer with me. Which reminds me, do I have enough plastic cups?
Work has been rocky. I had a particularly bad mental health day yesterday. But, Model Species is out the door, and we’re still slowly doing a reread with minor polishy rewrites. Set for today is the rewrite of a Divine Fire scene, changing the POV from Balito to Marie. Should work to consolidate another piddly scene I had come up with.
And so much housework. The apartment is a mess.
I woke up at about 5:00 this morning and then went back to bed at 6:45ish. Woke again at 8:30. The dreams during this time were overly emotional. Angry and physically heavy.
Overcast today. I could do with cooler too, but I doubt that will happen.
Simple Tricks & Nonsense 