And quick so far. Not getting a lot of sleep between family crap and pain. Mostly the PAIN. Gah. I have arthritis everywhere and since I've been SO busy and not exercising (hell barely moving) the pain is increasing. I can't take NSAID's like I'm supposed to. Popped some yesterday. It took off the edge but now I have a migraine. I'm getting annoyed with this body.
Work has gotten very political and hostile but it's April and the last month is always rough. SOme truly weird ass shit is going on but I can't talk about that. I don't even know it all. I just know it's weird weird weird.
Nano is going better than anticipated. Of course it's going on the wrong story. Hey nano and big bang crews,
gsd_rtfn is signing up today. It's just a daily accounting of your writing for the next 5 days and some cheerleading if you respond to that kind of thing. I do so I'm there.
I have no idea how I'm going to clean this living room for the couch delivery and my mom wants to come down for the research presentation (and god help me if Dad does too). I have no place to put this crap. How I'll move it AND actually finish the presentation I don't know. Yikes. I need a bigger place. And better back. And some arms and legs with joints that don't sound like I'm making popcorn when I move. Ah well I'll muddle thru as always. You guys help a lot in that department.
I'll be back later with a word count and maybe a snippet. In fact, if you like the snippet and aren't my original fiction filter, let me know if you want on it.
Declutter day 56 Item tossed- Plastic cup Why Kept- No clue. It was holding tea Why tossed -God knows how long it’s been on the table. Months. It’s going in for a polymer experiment in lab.
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Snippet -
“So how does thirty feel?” Pherick asked, grinning like an idiot at Aneurin.
‘Well, maybe not like an idiot,” Aneurin mentally corrected himself. He’d grown up with Pherick. While Aneurin had chosen a life of science, Pherick was a consummate dabbler in whatever might have caught his eye that moment, coupling it with a definite lack of gray matter. Their parents’ friendship was about all they had in common, that and apparently nearly thirty years of companionship. Pherick was a year younger and never quite seemed to understand that he was a step behind the rest of the group.