The schedule was against me this week. Not as bad as those dental appointments last week, but we had a grooming appointment for the dogs, my ophthalmologist visit and a lot of extra dog care on top of that. TYG’s schedule was crazy, so I took point on taking care of them as much as possible. After a certain point, they get distracting, particularly as Plushie’s back to his old habit of squeezing into my lap then expanding into maximum space. I usually wind up sitting in a position that’s physically uncomfortable for writing, and my brain feels it.
I did get a lot of Leafs done and I made some progress on Alien Visitors. But not enough progress to feel confident. It’s still doable but I’m really going to have to push for the remaining 2.5 months. I’d feel better if I could sit and think and map out what has to be done, but having the pups invade my personal space for so much time makes it hard to think clearly.
Ditto Wisp spending more time coming in for snuggles in the morning. I’ll never refuse to let her in — she’s my cat, after all — but the morning was the one time I could count on 90 minutes to 2.5 hours to myself without any distractions. It’s surprising to discover how much that helped my day progress. I need to find a solution, but I don’t have a clue what it is yet.
It’s been sweltering hot here, with the heat index getting up to over 100 degrees a couple of times. And Durham is once again under a mask mandate as the right-wing anti-vax crusade continues.
On the plus side, despite all my worries about my temporary crown, I haven’t done anything to dislodge it from the tooth. By the end of next week I should at least have a date for the permanent crown to go on. Looking forward to it!
And I sold another copy of Sex for Dinner, Death For Breakfast. Whoever bought it, thanks!