I’m making an early night of it, too. I don’t need a nap: I need about ten hours’ sleep. Got wiped by the Snyder Cut, or something.
Tag: yawn
Well, that was fun.
Medical issues, now resolved. Shan’t discuss further, not least because I am trying to be Christian about delays at the hospital. Everything is now fine, but I’ve been running for fifteen hours straight and am about a minute away from crashing.
Early bed for me.
Not much sleep last night; shuffling zombie for most of the day. I have not been ordered to go to bed by a reasonable hour, but my musing that I probably should has been enthusiastically received. I should heed that.
I must admit: kind of tired and loopy.
My wife suggested that we try a local spa tonight for date night. She just joined up, I could go in on a guest pass and try out the pool and stuff. So I said sure.
One hot tub, cold plunge, back to the hot tub, as much time in the steam room as I could stand, and then stretched out on one of those lounge thingies while a perfect-temperature blew over me later, and, well. I could feel the lactic acid dissolve away in my back and muscles. One of the few nice things about getting older is that about a decade I stopped feeling the need to pretend indifference to therapeutic creature comforts. This was worth doing on a more regular basis.
But it did make me feel somewhat sleepy. And loopy: I almost wrote the same article on Avatar twice! Clearly, I am pleasantly out of it.
Light posting from here on out.
Everything is up on Patreon, including the weekly microfiction and the Book of the Week. Time to flip the laundry and get some sleep: I get up at 6 AM tomorrow to go drive to North Carolina. And no, this is not exciting.
So, I thought I was doing final edits of a 3K word short story tonight.
Turns out that I was actually finishing a 4.3K word short story tonight. That’s always a fascinating experience, when the thing you’re writing abruptly tells you No, actually you need to write this, this, and this, and I don’t care if you have a deadline. I am inspiration, and you will do what I say, Sparky.
But thank God it’s done, now. It will go up on Patreon after I stretch, hydrate, and do another read-through to make sure there are no embarrassing typos. I do think that it’s a lot better, now that I added the words that needed to be added. But we’ll see. I think that it’s awesome, and that’s often the kiss of death for a writer’s project.
I swear to God, I am going to organize myself better.
Time management, that’s the ticket. Although I’m doing better: I actually got the end-of-month stuff done before 11 PM! Now I’m just letting my brain reset so that I can proofread with a fresh eye and maybe catch more errors that way.
Heck, these days I’m actually proofreading. Clearly, I am now a tool of the Man. Which should be at least more relaxing than being the actual Man itself. As Diane Duane might say, this way I don’t have to approve all the timesheets.
…I’m spinning my wheels, folks.
Got the new CPAP yesterday and it’s making me, go figure, more tired. Not ‘can’t get good sleep’ tired; more like ‘need more good sleep’ tired. So it’s a video and then to bed tonight. My apologies.
And I need to generate more non-political content, yah. It’s been a heavy political week so far.
Long day, folks, sorry.
Both kids decided that today was a wizzo time to start up on their colds. Which, technically it would be, given that they’re not due back to school until Wednesday; nonetheless, grouchy cranky Moe this evening is going to go to sleep.
Moe Lane