A week that kind of evaporated

Which is to say, not productive.

Part of that was that I’ve been sleeping poorly. If calls from TYG’s job don’t wake me, Plushie’s newfound enthusiasm for crossing over my legs after I go to sleep will do it. I’ve tried adjusting so that he can get to his spot more easily but apparently it then shifts to somewhere else inconvenient.

(We found this guy on our door when we came back from morning walkies. He’s no longer on our door though I did my best not to hurt him when I removed him).

Left to myself I typically wake up after two or three hours, move to the spare bedroom and fall asleep next to Wisp (I’ve no idea why this works). Waking up so much sooner throws things off and I wind up waking up at 1:30 AM or 2 AM and not getting back to sleep. Of course as I work for myself I can take naps during the day, but I never quite catch up.

Another part of the evaporation was that work for The Local Reporter once again expanded to suck up time. I sent out emails Monday for three different stories, not knowing which of them I could get answers for. I got two out of three. One proved unexpectedly complicated; the other required interviews on Tuesday and Wednesday. This threw me off — the Wednesday phone interview wasn’t until 10 AM so I couldn’t wrap up until that afternoon. However my story on local firefighters deploying west to help with the Hurricane Helene aftermath was a good one.

(Party crashers when TYG and I went out for breakfast recently).

I got a little bit of work done on Southern Discomfort in the time remaining, but not much. Most of my time went to Jekyll and Hyde because that takes less creative thought. So I got work done, but not directed where I wanted it. And I didn’t do anything at Atomic Junk Shop because of some site problems. I think we have a workaround for enough of the problems to post next week.

On the plus side, the weather has finally turned cool, occasionally to chilly. I like it, TYG likes it. The dogs are full of pep on morning walks, though Plushie with his dim eyesight resists walking in the early dark. And the weekend is here.

#SFWApro.

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