As I wrote a week ago, even though Plushie’s back is better, we’re not going to let him run up and down the stairs or jump off the couch the way we used to (occasionally he’ll manage it but not often). That means lots of time sitting with him in the cage on the floor while I work or (this afternoon) on a caged couch with him (TYG sits on the couch with him too). It’s not ideal but we’re making it work. This means Trixie sometimes winds up sitting alone for longer than usual; she’s on the couch too this afternoon and very needy. It’s hard to refuse her demands for petting because she’s my little girl and she’s very cute.
The dogs weren’t as distracting as taking the car in to get some preventive maintenance done yesterday. I brought work but after three hours (I could have gone home to wait but the drive would have wasted more time) my mind simply ran out of steam. I didn’t regain steam when I finally got home so my day was largely shot. Frustrating.
Still, I got a fair amount of work done. I wrote a profile of Chapel Hill’s first female police chief for The Local Reporter. I edited more of Southern Discomfort and read one section to the writing group. As always the feedback was helpful and I edited further based on it. I’ve almost completed February’s portion of the editing on Savage Adventures. I highlighted a few details I’ll need to skim the original Doc Savage stories to check; I’ll get to that next week.
Over at Atomic Junk Shop I wrote a post how the seemingly shocking changes to comics in 1968 now look less startling almost 60 years later and a second about Batman’s foe Anarky and the Son of Satan’s foes the Legion of Nihilists.
Oh, and I sold one of my paperbacks though due to Amazon’s reporting methods I don’t know which of these books it is yet, or how many. But whoever you are, if you’re reading this post, thanks for buying.
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