I have finally gotten to the point where I recognize that both my sanity and my physical energy levels contribute to making it more than reasonable to sit on the couch watching a couple of Bab5 episodes (Season 3, o Season 3!) with
MONDAY:
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--wash
--500 words
--Morning:
--Evening:
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TUESDAY:
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--check credit card statement
--contact homeowners' insurance company about thingy in letter
--Morning:
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--finish "Scribing a Line"
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WEDNESDAY:
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--Early morning: humidifier installation
--Morning: coffee with one of you if we can fix a time and place
--balance checkbook
--bank
--write to Mindy
--prepare Sampo and other stuff to pack to take with
THURSDAY:
--deep-condition hair
--Morning:
--grocery shopping for
--Target: exchange bookshelf for unbroken version of same
--Slumberland?
--pack for Omaha
--set aside clothes for Milwaukee to facilitate packing upon return Monday
--find Christmas stockings in mess that is basement
--file papers in filing cabinet in the said mess
I would also be fussing if I had no new stories in my head. There is no pleasing some people. Or, to put it another way, writers: all fruitbats.