I may not have gotten as much sleep as I thought Thursday night. CC broke out into an eruption of coughing at about 1 AM. I woke up today at 7:30, instead of 4 Am - after going to sleep before 9 pm. I cannot say I feel so bloody peppy right now.
Nothing was written last night.
Nothing was put away last night.
I did have a long conversation on the phone last night with Joel C about politics. That was a good thing.
I did make the group therapy session where I shocked everyone by saying "My sister brought down my dead cousin's stuff." Just announcing my cousin as dead shocked everyone. This group stuff might be fun, after all.
I did go to Payless for a few items.
After talking to Joel C, I read my way through The Critic. It is English, but is curmudgeonly enough that I found it a joy.
One blog post written, so far this morning.
The email brought one more rejection for "No Ordinary Word", this time from CafeLit:
We are sorry that your story does not fit our requirements at the moment. We often have to decline very good work for all sorts of reasons. We wish you every success with placing your work with another publisher. Please continue to submit to us. If you have not found a publisher for this story within six months, please consider resubmitting it to us.
For all going to St. George's is the most peaceful time of my week, I may not go to church tomorrow.
Things read last night:
Is the Age of the Resistance Historian Coming to an End?
Time might be a mirage created by quantum physics, study suggests
I read ‘Socialism for the rich’: the evils of bad economics this morning and wrote a post based upn it.
It is going on 9 am.
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