There was a yarn sale and a houseguest yesterday (not in that order) so it was a day of hooky after I got in a bare minimum of wordcount. The day ended with good news, a bottle of syrah, and gumbo. I did not have to cook dinner, which made it a win all the way around. And now I have enough yarn for a second kimono sweater.
I also had time to curl up and read a couple graphic novels said houseguest was kind enough to bring me. Grendel was so-so, but Old Man Logan was a treat. I’ve been putting off seeing the Logan movie until I could read the latter, so now I have something for a knitting night. Something other than an opera, I mean.
That meant I’ve achieved my super loose goal of a book read each week this year. It’s a small goal, and I alternate between gigantic doorstop history tomes and smaller, shorter works, so it all balances out and I am feeling quite vindicated and victorious at once.
Yesterday’s bare minimum wordcount was worth more than it should have been, because I figured out a huge plot point AND how the space travel in that particular universe works. There are days when the heavy lifting is all internal, and one needs to do a certain amount of putting pieces together before anything can be written. And, of course, revisions on Season 2 of Roadtrip Z are slow going.
I also have a Silly Hat recording to get done for my Patreon subscribers. I was a bag of feverish flu when we hit that particular milestone, so my reading was not up to par. Also, the recording will mean locking the dogs out of my office, otherwise the only thing my subscribers will hear is Odd Trundles’s snoring. (He really does love it when I read to him, though.) I’m sure I could make a YouTube bundle off a recording of Odd doing what he loves best–snore-snuffling in his sleep, natch, or eating–but I’m often laughing too hard to hold a camera steady. Not to mention the pressures of celebrity wouldn’t be good for poor Odd.
So it’s back to work today, still feeling a slight dizziness from the syrah last night and almost shaking with relief at the good news–which I will announce as soon as is feasible. There’s a wind advisory today, and the double seashell-noise of bulldog snores and the remaining cedars along the back fence whispering is soothing in the extreme.
Over and out.