After his three-day binge, we had no choice but to throw him in the drunk tank.
Seriously, he’s fine. And behaving reasonably well, given he’s stuck in the cage. Fortunately his pain meds leave him sleeping a lot. Physically he’s feeling good enough he wants to jump, run, etc. We do not give him the chance. And I’m getting better at giving him all his added new exercises.
This week, I managed my time better than last week, despite another wave of distractions: some questions about Plushie’s surgery and insurance coverage, trying to get information from my eye doctor for my own insurer. Running out midweek to replenish some doggie drugs. Plus one of our neighbors had surgery so TYG volunteered to walk the dog part of the time. That turned into walking morning and evening this week and part of next (she’s very fond of the dog). That throws my morning schedule off more than you might think.
Despite all that, I got some good work done. Three stories in at The Local Reporter. One about a 98-year-old local author, is fun, one of the occasional ones I write that might be enjoyable to non-locals. Above is one of the photos we didn’t use, uranium glass from her collection. The other two stories involve a long-delayed development project and the ongoing debate over making East Weaver Street a no-car zone.
I rewrote a couple of chapters from Jekyll and Hyde. I didn’t get as far as I wanted but the improvement is visible, at least to me. And I’m getting a sense of how long my chapters should be; McFarland wants them roughly equal and I think around 6,500 will do as a goal.
That was about it, as my writing projects are reporting and Jekyll/Hyde the rest of the year. No Atomic Junk Shop because of schedule conflicts last week.Oh, one thing I forgot last week: we had the power go out early Tuesday morning and it was projected to come back on after six hours, which would have spoiled everything in the fridge I bought that weekend and the food I’d cooked that day. Amazingly it came on in just three hours — food saved! But man, it’s been so long since the power was out in the night, I’d forgotten how utterly pitch black it gets. Fortunately nobody invaded from the Dark Dimension and we soon had torches and battery powered lights going.
Last weekend we had our most expensive date of the year: shopping at Costco. Fortunately we’ve done it enough not to buy more stuff than we have space for, or will use, or shouldn’t use (big bags of cookies, bad!).
And that wraps it up. Cover by Carmine Infantino, all rights to images remain with current holders.
