HP blues
Lucy plans to call today. I can hardly wait. Someone cares, & of course someone cares, I married Trish for caring, but it's good to have old friends contact you when you're down: I sent her an email describing my savage dread; am hoping Hope will also call when she gets her snail-mail. The reason for all the (desired) calls is my brief period of "depression", which I now think was anxiety, but Karen wanted me to see Joe over my suicidal thought during my break from writing, so I made an appointment for today.
I decided to go back to writing the other day, & yesterday, after Trish left for work, read a little in my library book, & checked my email -- I've had no more problems with dropped calls; I think it was my ISP. Since Fred had agreed to come over between 1:00 & 1:30, I went out to the porch & waited, after dabbling with my violet, green & yellow painting for a bit. Fred dusted the ceiling fans as Trish had asked him to, even though I told him he didn't need to 'cause of his asthma.
After Fred & I dabbled with Amazing Grace on the keyboard, I started to print "Relayer", but the printer wouldn't do anything, so I pushed the icon several times. It spat out a 2nd copy of the story & began a 3rd, before running out of paper. I thought that I'd found the cancel button; apparently not: when I turned on my computer this morning it demanded more paper. Trish heard it beeping & found a button that needed to be pushed several times, the print icon having been clicked several times.
When Trish came home she was hysterical about Leona Cheapskate panhandling her. Doc Larocque had apparently cut Trish's Klonopin but Dr. Locoweed had upped it in the meantime. I told Trish to go back to taking some in the morning, until we get ahold of the doctor, who is on vacation until tomorrow.
While Trish bathed I read some more of Destroyer, alternating with listening to a song or 2 to rest my eye(s). We cooked chicken in the basement, then watched Ray on Trish's home theater. Say Bra had loaned her the tape at work, but the movie was overlong, so we finally paused it for another day. Today Trish is cleaning Smelly Bear's cage, & then we're watching the Dark Angel marathon. I'm not going to the PPL today, as I'm waiting for Lucy's call, but may have time to do some writing. I want to re-make/re-model "Astronomy Domine" before sending it on to Paradox.
Until tomorrow, it's just some other time...
I decided to go back to writing the other day, & yesterday, after Trish left for work, read a little in my library book, & checked my email -- I've had no more problems with dropped calls; I think it was my ISP. Since Fred had agreed to come over between 1:00 & 1:30, I went out to the porch & waited, after dabbling with my violet, green & yellow painting for a bit. Fred dusted the ceiling fans as Trish had asked him to, even though I told him he didn't need to 'cause of his asthma.
After Fred & I dabbled with Amazing Grace on the keyboard, I started to print "Relayer", but the printer wouldn't do anything, so I pushed the icon several times. It spat out a 2nd copy of the story & began a 3rd, before running out of paper. I thought that I'd found the cancel button; apparently not: when I turned on my computer this morning it demanded more paper. Trish heard it beeping & found a button that needed to be pushed several times, the print icon having been clicked several times.
When Trish came home she was hysterical about Leona Cheapskate panhandling her. Doc Larocque had apparently cut Trish's Klonopin but Dr. Locoweed had upped it in the meantime. I told Trish to go back to taking some in the morning, until we get ahold of the doctor, who is on vacation until tomorrow.
While Trish bathed I read some more of Destroyer, alternating with listening to a song or 2 to rest my eye(s). We cooked chicken in the basement, then watched Ray on Trish's home theater. Say Bra had loaned her the tape at work, but the movie was overlong, so we finally paused it for another day. Today Trish is cleaning Smelly Bear's cage, & then we're watching the Dark Angel marathon. I'm not going to the PPL today, as I'm waiting for Lucy's call, but may have time to do some writing. I want to re-make/re-model "Astronomy Domine" before sending it on to Paradox.
Until tomorrow, it's just some other time...
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