Thursday This n That

Rumors of my death are probably circulating.  Don't believe them.  I'm not dead, even if I would've wished for it after a week of this creepy crud.  Just when you think you're done with it, it circles back and kicks you in the nards.  Today, I almost feel human, so fingers crossed.  Yesterday, I felt almost human and zipped to the DG for a few things, which laid me out for the rest of the day.  Tomorrow, I definitely have to go grocery shopping whether I'm up to it or not.  

I've been watching the Olympics... well, watching little bites of the Olympics anyway.  Most of the Olympics are behind a pay wall, so I'm only watching short videos that are free.  It's not as exciting as usual, because I could already know what happens, but it'll do.  I refuse to pay NBC for anything.  (Like I already refuse to pay PBS or BBC.)  If it ain't free, I guess I'll go without.  

Okay, so maybe I'd be willing to pay a subscription if I could find a service that wasn't run by leftist assholes.  I was really into getting a BritBox subscription, but then I found out they're owned by BBC, which is run by such loathsome people I can't see sending them even a penny of my money.  This, of course, makes me sad, because I was really looking forward to a long stretch of watching Inspector Morse from start to finish, followed by Lewis.  Not sad enough to send money to the BBC, of course, but still sad.

Thank goodness for coffee.

Sawyer is being a pain the ass this morning.  I guess I should be happy that he's doing this in the morning rather than at night while I'm trying to sleep.  I know what his problem is... it's the same problem every morning...  He wants to eat.  And he doesn't want to eat kibbles.  He wants wet food.  NOW.  Not after 9am which used to be after 10am which used to be noon.  I've drawn the line at 9 and no earlier.  Meanwhile, Finn is sleeping.  

It's been so warm lately, I'm getting the urge to garden.  Except I know as soon as I garden, the weather will turn and it'll freeze, killing all my hard work.  So I wait.

And that's it for me today.  I'm going to wander back to my recliner and veg.  Take it easy today, wherever you are.  :hugs:

Not Dead, Just Tired

I figured I'd better drop a post of some kind so people don't think I'm dead.  I'm not dead.  Not even close.  I just have little to say that isn't whining or bitching or ranting, so I've been choosing to stay silent.  Mom always said 'if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all'.  Wise Mom.  I don't always follow her advice, but there ya go.

The sky just opened up and is dumping large quantities of wetness upon us.  A sploosherama.  Oh well.  It's supposed to drop the temps significantly, so I'll put up with it.  Not like there's anything I can do about it anyway.  With all the rain we've had lately, I'm kinda wishing there was a reverse rain dance I could be doing.  :smirk:

Talking with an elderly acquaintance yesterday, we learned that she's concerned might not be able to keep her house much longer.  Social security isn't enough for her bills and her house payments along with the rising costs of things like eating and driving and existing.  

Whoops.  Derp.  See?  This is why I haven't been posting.  Bitching about the weather.  Bitching about the state of the nation.  I don't talk about my books, because then I'd be whining.  All of it makes me exceedingly tired.  I expect you're all tired of it, too.

So, not dead, just tired.  I expect I'll still be doing Thursday This n That, Saturday Reading Wrap-up (when I've got something there worth talking about), and Sunday Update.  If I miss those, then you can worry whether I'm dead.  Other posts will come when I have something to talk about, so sporadically.  

What about you?  Do you have anything to talk about?

Just So You Know, I'm Not Dead

Nope, not dead yet.  Not even close.  Just out here dealing with life.  And editing.  I didn't even think about writing a post yesterday because it was like Second Sunday or something.  I don't need to remind you that I hate government holidays, especially ones that land on a Monday.  I did remember to call the office, but beyond that it was totally a lost day.

I could tell you all about it, but I'm bored just thinking about it.  Why subject you to that?

So, how're things in your world?

Not Dead

Hey everybody.  Sorry I haven't posted in a couple days.  I just haven't had anything to post about that wasn't ranting or whining.  And who needs that crap, eh?  

Nothing else new has been going on.  Post-publication writing depression, but that's not new.  Or even very interesting.  

Last night, I did start thinking about one of my left-behind stories from a couple years back - unfortunately while I was trying to sleep, but hey, you get insights when you get them.  This morning, I went back and read the couple pages I'd previously written and, while they're good stuff, I remember why I stopped writing this.  I need to do a shit-ton of research to get it right. I still wrote down some of the stuff I'd thought about last night, though.  It's not a dead idea, I just have to find/make the time to do it.

I posted a snippet of the above story on Silver James' blog, if you're interested.  It fit her prompt perfectly.  How's that for serendipity?  

Anyway, I'm not dead.  I'm not even sick.  I know in these messed up times we all have to wonder and worry when a friend stops posting.  I know I worry when a friend doesn't post like they're supposed to.  But it's all good here.  We're still pretty much hermits, so not a lot of risk of getting the Kung Flu with us.  I did hug another human being I didn't live with and wasn't related to for the first time since March, but I think I'm safe.  (And she really needed a hug right then, so I felt it was worth the risk.)

So, how are you?  How are things going in your lives?