Chore day

yippee.

However, so far it's going fairly well in that I've already started on a couple of the chores. Still rather a lot to do, however.

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We'll see how far I make it through the list.

On the plus side, Babe and I planted the peas and lettuce seeds yesterday, and I managed to plant all my other plants (black ajuga and varigated ivy in a steel pot, and white impatiens there and elsewhere), so the planting for the season is done. Yay! Oh, and I mowed the lawn. Yay! (I like my reel mower.)

I'm going to try and make it to choir tonight, so hopefully I'll retain my voice for the evening.

OK, Universe, I get it!

You don't need to screw with every single email account I have anymore. I will go do the rest of what needs to be done.

But, just so you know, I'm going to pout while I do it.

:P

I'm stalling

I don't want to go to bed alone, but it would be sheer insanity (nay, stupidity) to stay up till Geoff gets home, as he's likely not going to get back until the wee hours of the morn at the earliest. He was expecting to go into work after I got back from choir, but he wasn't expecting to have to go into work for the problem he's gone into work for. Clear as mud?

Emergencies suck. At least it's not the "life or death" kind of emergency.

Did go to choir, though. Sang some fairly high notes, too. My throat hurts a bit because of them, but at least my range is back to about normal. Yay! And just in time to sing a tricky little devil of a spiritual ("Elijah Rock" by Moses Hogan). At least we have one more full practice before that happens.


I want to write, but it's a bit like talking on the phone with a toddler in the background.

It was a dark and stormy night

Ooh, solitaire.

She looked around, trying to find the cliff's edge...

What is her motivation for being out in the storm, anyway? And how do I write about her hair getting in her mouth without being verbose or sarcastic?

She called out his name.

Fuck, this is boring.

"Gideon!"

Ooh, solitaire.

Her voice disappeared in the wind, following the gales over the cliff of doom 's edge.


Yeah. I think I would be better served to just go to bed. Like I know I should. Besides, I've written just enough to get me past that first hurdle and now I can meditate on how to write the next one. One paragraph sentence word at a time.