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Think of Me

Monday morning and here we go again, climbing back onto the carousel of yet another work week. I feel good this morning, even if the weekend felt truncated with dealing with the car and being exhausted all day Saturday (and rather listless). My supervisor will only be in today before she leaves for an Ryan White funding conference, and I have to renew my CPR license on Thursday afternoon. I’m also having dinner with a friend on Wednesday, so there’s a lot on my agenda this week to keep track of; it’s so easy to forget things these days. Here’s hoping for a better week!

Okay, let me tell you the deal with my car.

I took it in early Friday morning to get the oil changed, the tires rotated and to have the a/c checked out. The good news is we know why it isn’t blowing cold air; the bulkhead had shifted somehow, and where it is at, it pierced the hose the connects the freon to the a/c, so it drained. However, they can’t replace the hose without having the bulkhead fixed or replaced; because it would just happened again. It took them all day to finally give up on the body shop and send me an Uber to get the car. This freaked me out, of course, and while I didn’t have a mental reaction thanks to my medications, I had the physical reaction of adrenaline spike, heart rate increase, etc., which was probably why I was so tired and exhausted Saturday. I also looked the “bulkhead” up on line–I was thinking about bulkheads, like on ships–and the part, if it needs to be replaced, isn’t even two hundred dollars, so any concerns about potential affordability were alleviated. I just have to deal with the heat and no a/c until I can get it to a body shop this coming Friday, and then back to the dealership on Saturday to get the hose and freon taken care of.

Cars are exhausting, aren’t they?

I have to say, the schadenfreude of watching the inevitable immolation of Jeannine Pirro’s life and career over this past weekend has been nothing more than chef’s kiss, no notes. The hilarity of seeing the minions, again and again, forgetting they don’t have immunity from illegal orders and watching the scorpion sting them repeatedly will never get old to me, never. The hubris of this bootlicking pointlessly arrogant piece of shit was due to bring her down eventually, and it’s almost as enjoyable as the downfall of that miserable pig Pam Bondi and her burn book. May they all endure humiliations galore. And I mean all of them.

Remember: “I was just following orders” isn’t a defense in court.

Have fun with your civil liability, Judge Boxowine, and you should be charged with malicious prosecution and abuse of the courts. Hopefully, he’ll die without giving your skank ass a pardon. Then again, you publicly called him a liar, so no pardon for you. I am sure being disbarred is also in your future.

Good.

I worked on the book some. I was struggling with chapter four, which made it hard to get back to–ugh, it’s work and it’s hard–but yesterday I felt good (and brave) enough to look at it again…and what I had been struggling to do? It was because I was trying too hard and basically sketched out, in less than four hundred words, what was going to happen in the first fifteen hundred to two thousand of the chapter, so I went to work. It’s nice not having a deadline to stress me out, but at the same time it also allows me to step away from it for a bit without worrying too much about losing/wasting time. I hope to get this chapter out of the way tonight when I get home–I have to make groceries, too, on the way–and run the dishwasher tonight while I sleep. I also got some reading in, which was amazing. I love lazy Sundays when I can just get things done.

And on that note, I am heading into the spice mines. Enjoy your Monday as much as you can, and I will be back here tomorrow morning bright and early.

This abandoned country house kind of reminds me of my maternal grandmother’s home, which is now abandoned and crumbling and overgrown like this. She had a front porch, though.

Walking in the Underground

Tuesday morning and all is well in the Lost Apartment. I slept deeply and well last night, and as such, feel pretty good so far, at least. I’m alone in the clinic today and I have an almost entirely full schedule, and after work I need to run an errand or two on the way home. Summer is definitely here now–the kind of heat and humidity that just sucks the life right out of you, and even getting cool by going inside isn’t restorative. But I did my chores last night, cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes. Picked up a prescription, and had some groceries made and delivered. It was lovely coming downstairs to a cleaned up kitchen this morning after a restful night’s sleep. Yay!

I did spend some time (more than I would have thought) cleaning out the email inboxes, which got very much out of control while I was gone, and I didn’t even look at it on Sunday–well, I did but recoiled away from it in horror and pushed dealing with it back a day. I was tired when I got home a bit, but got the groceries put away and got the dishes taken care of, at long last. Again, it’s nice to come downstairs to bare counters and an empty sink. I won’t have any chores tonight, but I do have some errands to run on my way home. I still have not adjusted completely to being home, but am getting there. It wasn’t terribly oppressive outside when I get off work (my car did feel like a preheated oven, however) because it had been cloudy all day and so no direct sunlight, which is always brutal. We’re in another heat advisory today–can’t wait to see my next Entergy bill, seriously.

And as Louisiana moves into yet another horrific summer, apparently our European cousins have also been having an insane heat wave which is killing people. One of the more amusing things to come out of the European heat wave is Europeans europe-splaining heat to Americans like we’ve never experienced excessive heat before–particularly the nearly-always condescending British. There was one particularly stupid one I saw trying to explain why the heat is “so much worse over there than in America” because they have humidity. She then used the Southwest climate as proof. Oh, honey, don’t you know in our desert climates it can get into the 110’s and 120’s? Trust me, you condescending superior bitch, you couldn’t handle the dry heat of 117 in Fresno in the summer. And are you seriously telling people who live in the American south, Midwest, eastern seaboard, and New England don’t have humidity? Babe, come try to live in Louisiana without air conditioning sometime. We have this weather every fucking year, and as such, we have things like central heat and air conditioning–which you also mock us for using…then whine when you have to experience what we do every year once in a blue moon?

I also can’t comprehend 80 degrees being a heat wave. That’s our spring.

I was low energy yesterday but I also think a lot of that was food-related; me not eating enough, as I tend to do when I travel. I woke up super-hungry this morning, which leads me to think that I certainly didn’t have enough fuel to get me moving. But I am having a nice breakfast this morning, and I am very hungry. I am trying not to gain any more weight–I need to start doing some exercise at some point–but I also need to fuel my body at the same time. Sigh, I know, I know, I need to eat healthier than I do, or start burning more calories. I no longer burn as much energy when I am not exercising anymore–yay for being older–but some more exercise (even a morning walk around the neighborhood) is better than nothing.

And on that note, I am heading into the spice mines. Have a lovely Tuesday, Constant Reader, and I’ll be back tomorrow on (gulp) pay-the-bills Wednesday. How is that even possible already?

Where the sidewalk ends in the lower Garden District….

Guilty

So it looks like we’re going to take a direct hit from Claudette tonight–with conditions deteriorating throughout the day with the worst of it passing through overnight and into tomorrow morning. Yay. I have to run out to Metairie this morning to get my new glasses at some point, and I had hoped to make it to the gym after my work day; we’ll see how that goes. Much as I hate to not go and skip yet again, if we are having torrential rains and street flooding, I’ll have to give myself a break and not beat myself up over not making it today.

I also managed to write last night. When I opened up the document for “Festival of the Redeemer” last night, it was at around 10, 670 words; when I finished working on it and saved it last night it was at well over fourteen thousand. Yay! The original plan was for it to clock in at around twenty thousand; if I am going to do a book of novellas, four at twenty thousand would be a total of eighty thousand, and I always think a book should be between seventy-five and a hundred thousand words, give or take. My last Scotty was nearly a hundred thousand; my next two are certainly over ninety, and I think that’s always going to be my goal from now on; to try to hit that sweet spot between eighty and a hundred thousand words. I also, more importantly, kind of like seeing how the story develops as I write it; I really had no plan other than some vague, amorphous thing like troubled gay couple comes to Venice and something dark happens, so it’s kind of free form writing that I generally shy away from, out of a sense of “don’t waste time or energy on things you’ll eventually have to cut from the story and not use”–especially since I have always managed to use that deleted material in something else at some point. But I am really enjoying writing this, which is really the big news, and once again I am not really paying attention to how much I’ve written as I am writing–the hole in the page (thank you, Stephen King!) opens and I fall into it and before I know it, I’ve written an almost obscene amount, which is always absolutely delightful.

I was tired yesterday, which is never a good thing–partly because of the weird sleep of the night before; I slept extremely well last night and feel very rested this morning, which is a good thing since I have to go to Metairie. It’s also only about eighty degrees outside, which is also lovely (and indicative of a tropical disturbance on its way). The power outage the other night also messed up the calibration of our air conditioning system, meaning there’s again about a fifteen degree difference between the upstairs and the downstairs–the living room/kitchen feels like a freezer, and the upstairs beach weather–but it is slowly but surely beginning to even out; the difference this morning isn’t as significant. But it was so cold downstairs–and yes, I did turn the setting to higher, to no avail–I was literally wearing a T-shirt under my sweats and a stocking cap to keep my head warm.

I think I may allow myself to take the day off from writing the novella today; I have a lot to get done today–not the least of which is the drive out to Metairie–and I want to get to the gym, weather permitting; I also have some website writing to get done, which I will probably tackle tomorrow morning, if we have power–always an issue–so I need to be sure I have all laptops powered up as well as my phone, so I can turn it into a hotspot to email the copy in when it’s done if we don’t have power. It’s always so hit or miss, really, with these kinds of storms. But it’s also nice to know that even if we don’t have power, I can probably get it all done and turned in anyway–and I can even write on the novella as long as I have a laptop that has power, and I am not going to have to use both to write the copy, so there’s that. The novella really went in a stranger direction than I expected it to yesterday, but it’s happening organically, so I am going to see where this developing plot takes me.

And on that note, I am going to get some more coffee and finish waking up before I get going with the rest of my ay. Happy Friday, Constant Reader!