Yes, I know this isn't Sunday. Unfortunately, I didn't realize yesterday was Sunday until it was afternoon and by then I couldn't muster the gumption to write an update post.
Editing... Well, I did do a little, but not really worth noting.
Reading... Also nope.
Cover and Blurb... Both done and ready to upload to Goodreads. I'll talk more about that on Outside the Box.
Fishing... Went Thursday - Sunday for 2-3 hours each day. It's been gorgeous here. Not great for catching fish, but great for the soul.
Gardening... I got the hollyhocks in the ground and moved a couple iris bulbs.
What did I do with my time? :shrug: I spent a lot of time watching the Dr. Pol marathon this past weekend.
I had a major meltdown Saturday night. It was spectacular in a very quiet and individual way. I had the thought the other day that I was like the Enterprise (Star Trek) in a battle against the Romulans with Scotty shouting from engineering that he wasn't sure how much longer the shields were going to hold. Well, they fell. Which is how I ended up outside putting hollyhocks in the ground after sunset after much wailing and gnashing of teeth. (Hey, it's my process. I also did the dishes and would've vacuumed but I didn't want the noise.) The shields are back up again. Not full strength, but enough to stop from leaking atmosphere into space and having tiny crewmen bodies floating away. If that makes any sense.
I've also had a low-grade headache for the past week. I thought maybe it was my eyes. (I do need to get new glasses, after all.) I noticed something this morning about that, though. I didn't have a headache when I woke up and I didn't have a headache for about an hour afterwards. But I was on Facebook, reading the newsfeed when I saw a friend had made angwy face to something I was about to heart. Instant headache. And while correlation is not causation, I think there's a pretty good bet of where my headache has been coming from. Yes, now that I think about it, my headache disappears when I'm fishing, too. The world has gone stark-raving mad and I'm subconsciously reacting to it. Exposure to insanity = background headache. Tada.
I commented yesterday to Hubs, being funny, that it's gotten to the point where I would rather watch commercials than the news. And we both laughed. But the more I think about it, the more I realize it's true. Which isn't funny at all.
And another thing... Wait, this was supposed to be an update post. Well, that's really all I've got for you this morning. Do you have anything to update?