Work at home Friday, with a meeting on-line this morning and a doctor’s appointment and errands to run later. The low tonight is in the high forties, which means it’ll be a bit chilly in the Lost Apartment tomorrow morning, and Sparky might just want to cuddle in bed rather than getting me up to feed him. I am hoping to have a good and productive day today, but we’ll have to see how things go, won’t we? It is chilly this morning, and Sparky let me stay warm and comfy and sleeping in bed for an extra couple of hours, which is super nice. I do feel a bit physically tired this morning, but mentally I feel recharged. We’ll have to see how that lasts. I was a bit tired when I got home last night, so didn’t do any chores. I worked on a short story for a bit, clocking in about a thousand words on it, which felt great, and I also watched this week’s Real Housewives of Salt Lake City, and caught up on the news some, too.
It’s also Friday the 13th, the last day of Mercury in retrograde, and I do think that calls for some episodes of Friday the 13th the Series today, doesn’t it? After I get back from the doctor and errands, I’ll go sit in my easy chair doing quality assurance while the show plays. Needless to say, the serendipity of this is enormously pleasing to me and that side of my brain that likes full circle moments. The apartment also needs cleaning, so that’s a goal for the weekend–I never quite make it to cleaning the floors every week, but with everything else already caught up, I just have to empty the dishwasher and do the bed linens while working at home. I’d like to work on the short story and the next chapter of the book some today–I’d love to complete the story draft by Monday–and it feels like whatever that crud I’ve been fighting with for the last week or so is finally over; I woke up with no congestion and no coughing, which is marvelous. I wonder if the overnight temperature drop had something to do with it? The air has been damp ever since that big rain when I drove back from Baton Rouge. The high today is 67, which is lovely, and I am hoping to be able to take a walk a little later; just down to the park and back, just to get started, and maybe even do some calisthenics this weekend–and stretching.
I also am going to watch this week’s The Traitors at some point today, too. I am really feeling great this morning, maybe it was the extra sleep, maybe it was the cold, who knows? But I am going to embrace it and not ask any questions. I keep feeling scattered and disorganized with my life these days, so hopefully I am going to figure out how to organize everything and stay on top of things the way I used to–the anxiety meds aren’t helpful in that regard, LOL; maybe some anxiety is necessary for me to function, I also want to get back to reading and talking about true crime/non fiction this month. I think I am going to start my reread of In Cold Blood this weekend, too.
I am going to do Hardboiled Holidays for December, in which I’ll be reading noir and hardboiled crime novels for Christmas, as well as watching/revisiting some films like Body Heat, Mildred Pierce, The Strange Love of Martha Ivers, and some other classics. It’ll also give me a chance to do my snarky review of It’s a Wonderful Life as a truly dark hardboiled movie, and maybe some other Christmas classics, like Charlie Brown and Rudolph.
And on that note, I’m going to get another cup of coffee and maybe make a little breakfast so I can shower before my meeting at ten. Have a lovely Friday the 13th, Constant Reader, and I’ll be back bright and early and chilly tomorrow morning! See you then, and as always, thanks for stopping by!
