Like Macbeth, my dog doth murder sleep (#SFWApro)

(Jack Kirby cover for the story The Man Who Never Sleeps. All rights remain with curren tholder).

I could not figure out why every night this week I woke up at almost exactly 3 a.m.  Then when I mentioned it to TYG this morning, she said she kept waking up too. Apparently some vehicle going by or something is causing the pups to wake up and move around on the bed, enough that even with its motion-absorbing properties it wakes us. Unfortunately, while TYG can get back to sleep, I haven’t been able to manage it. So I’ve been feeling pretty tired (particularly today. My two attempts at a nap were spoiled by the dogs barking at various car doors opening in the vicinity. Apparently a lot of car doors).

And they’re continuing to require longer walks and more petting. Fortunately TYG spent some extra time at home this week and took over dogsitting, so that helped me a lot.

In any case the week was going to be off-kilter, as I took Thursday off to catch up on various non-writing stuff. I’m trying to find a lawyer to handle some paperwork for my mum (no look so far); completed paperwork for my pension application to the federal Pension Benefit Guarantee Corporation (I’d like to get at least a little money before Mitch McConnell and Paul Ryan decide to axe it so they can have bigger tax cuts); cleaned out the fridge again; bicycled; worked out our health insurance (time to pick a new plan again!); and kicked back and read some (it wasn’t all grunt work). Worth passing up a day of writing.

In the remaining four days I got Southern Discomfort up to 50,000 words, which was my goal for this month, and still had time to go over and check the newer sections for problems (I have about two chapters left to check). I finished my next Screen Rant (Twenty films that got forbidden messages past the censor), and started on next week’s (Thor’s most brutal injuries) as it’s due Monday to be ready for Thor: Ragnarok.

With the day off, I didn’t get the work in on No-One Can Slay Her that I wanted. Perhaps Monday or Tuesday, if I’m lucky.

And I’m having no luck turning Atlas Shagged into a Createspace paperback. The image I used on the ebook isn’t right (not enough DPI), and I haven’t been able to fix it so far. So I’m now scouring the Internet for more images.

It was actually a very good week. I’d feel better about it if I wasn’t so exhausted.

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