Yeah, it's not Sunday. Once again, I forgot Sunday was Sunday until it was way to late to matter anymore. So, here we are on Monday. Better late than never, right?
I have edit brain. Deep in the brambles of word choice and tweakage I forget what day it is, what I'm supposed to be doing, and sometimes who I am. I missed my deadline last night. I'm now shooting for Wednesday. Keep your fingers crossed. I'm still on track for a mid-March release of In Deep Wish.
Today is day 21 of my 'do something active every day' goal. Other than Thursday and Friday of last week, I've done something active every day. Thursday and Friday? I was under the weather. (Felt like I should've been under a rock.) I don't know if I've lost weight yet, but I do feel better. Yesterday, I went out and attacked the big pile of leaves leftover from November. It's wet and heavy, and frozen into flats like old shingles, but I hacked away at it. Then I walked to the bottom of the hill and back. THEN I came inside and talked Hubs into taking a walk. We went around the loop (1.25 miles of up and down) and when we hit that last hill, I wasn't dying. That's progress.
I've read 7 books so far this year. Which puts me ahead of the goal. Which I need because I will inevitably fall down at some point, and get so busy I don't take the time to read.
That's pretty much it. Editing and exercise. Interrupted by and interspersed with the creeping crud.
How're things with you?