March 31st, 2006

writing everywhere

New book, sort of

I finished writing a book this morning, but it's not what you think. It's a picture book text called Space Moose. I've been poking at this little story for years now, about a moose astronaut who eats bananas and peanut butter, but it just fell together this morning. I'm a little shaky on it still -- not sure if it goes how it's supposed to go -- but I felt like doing something gentle this morning, and nothing on the front burner right now is very gentle. Maybe I will be ready to go back to the smiting now. There is much smiting to be done.
getting by

Can't have cheese. Will settle for whine.

Oh, my dears, I am not doing well. I am going to have cereal for dinner because I'm pretty sure I can eat cereal. This had better go away VERY VERY SOON, because I have hopes of lunch and plans of dinner tomorrow. I'm not absolutely sure that the allergy meds are involved, but the timing is pretty suspect, and one of the problems, without being too graphic, seems related. I have an ENT appointment for Tuesday. I hope for the best. I don't know what the best is here, but I hope for it. I'm having difficulty keeping my body temperature regulated again. My mom asked if the blanket on the couch was the dog's blanket, and I had to tell her no, it was mine. She made momly faces at me.

Today has had some good moments, but it is not the best that ever a day has been, and the smiting has not progressed as quickly as one might like.

I am so tired of this.

Tell me something good, please?

too easily amused

I just walked into the bedroom. My dog was lying on the bed wearing my new panties as a cape, the string bit around her neck and the butt part over her back. They are bright red. Superskivvydog!

I knew I had to scold her for it, but I had to laugh my head off first.