It was a long day yesterday...
...but it's an old day now (+ my new shoes are worn at the heels -- & where the hell was Bingle when we needed him last Saturday?)
Trish got up at her usual time yesterday; insomnia has returned, reigns over me: waking with a full bladder between 4:00 & 4:30. Trish didn't want a big breakfast, as we wanted to eat at an all-you-can-eat buffet, so we just had rice crippies & sat around listening to the CD changer until Karen called -- with the news that she had a flat tire; got her a few minutes behind schedule.
When we arrived at the City of Electric Nite, we proceeded straightaway to Uncle Sam's Club, where we picked up some creamer, calcium + D, & Systane eye drops.
& then we had to split because we had no time to waste!
At the Golden Corral I had divers & sundry American foods, starting with salad, ending with carrot cake.
We made it to Doc Larocque's office on time, like a Rocketman. She dropped the Depakote in the morning; also wants to take me off of Abilify. Trish now has a PRN for Seroquel, which were the only real changes in our meds.
After that, we did some more shopping: I bought some new shoes (worn at the heels); Trish bought some t-shirts/tank tops (to show off her tattoos). We also went to Target, to pick up my electric beard trimmer (10 buckadingdongs, including batteries) & a Walkman for Trish, so she can listen to the Moody Blues on the way to the Invisible Pizza Hut.
When we arrived in Invisible City, we went down in the basement, severe thunderstorm alert, lightning nearly zapped the TV. We came back upstairs, but Trish didn't want to run the a/c in the middle of a storm, so we mostly sat on the love seat, underneath the ceiling fans -- & not to play the stereo: if all my equipment shorted, I'd never be able to replace it.
Then, when the storm had ended, the waterline broke. They turned it off around 9:00 last nite, so I imagine when the day begins they'll resume work on it.
I let Trish borrow one of my Seroquel, until she gets her own. I hope her racing thoughts have quieted down. I'll know when she gets up.
Then, it's back to work on Noc-Lar, unless Brad sends another novel chunk my way. I'm starting to enjoy Skiffy again. & not the media models (which no doubt are among the reasons Arn won't sell: too Trekkie in it's humanoid aliens).
After I finish Noc-Lar, I finish/begin Bio-Psych Wars; after that, I finish Metatron, then perhaps my MA -- along with some short stories for Analog & the science fact (actually, it's more like speculation) article Wimsatt suggested posting there.
Trish got up at her usual time yesterday; insomnia has returned, reigns over me: waking with a full bladder between 4:00 & 4:30. Trish didn't want a big breakfast, as we wanted to eat at an all-you-can-eat buffet, so we just had rice crippies & sat around listening to the CD changer until Karen called -- with the news that she had a flat tire; got her a few minutes behind schedule.
When we arrived at the City of Electric Nite, we proceeded straightaway to Uncle Sam's Club, where we picked up some creamer, calcium + D, & Systane eye drops.
& then we had to split because we had no time to waste!
At the Golden Corral I had divers & sundry American foods, starting with salad, ending with carrot cake.
We made it to Doc Larocque's office on time, like a Rocketman. She dropped the Depakote in the morning; also wants to take me off of Abilify. Trish now has a PRN for Seroquel, which were the only real changes in our meds.
After that, we did some more shopping: I bought some new shoes (worn at the heels); Trish bought some t-shirts/tank tops (to show off her tattoos). We also went to Target, to pick up my electric beard trimmer (10 buckadingdongs, including batteries) & a Walkman for Trish, so she can listen to the Moody Blues on the way to the Invisible Pizza Hut.
When we arrived in Invisible City, we went down in the basement, severe thunderstorm alert, lightning nearly zapped the TV. We came back upstairs, but Trish didn't want to run the a/c in the middle of a storm, so we mostly sat on the love seat, underneath the ceiling fans -- & not to play the stereo: if all my equipment shorted, I'd never be able to replace it.
Then, when the storm had ended, the waterline broke. They turned it off around 9:00 last nite, so I imagine when the day begins they'll resume work on it.
I let Trish borrow one of my Seroquel, until she gets her own. I hope her racing thoughts have quieted down. I'll know when she gets up.
Then, it's back to work on Noc-Lar, unless Brad sends another novel chunk my way. I'm starting to enjoy Skiffy again. & not the media models (which no doubt are among the reasons Arn won't sell: too Trekkie in it's humanoid aliens).
After I finish Noc-Lar, I finish/begin Bio-Psych Wars; after that, I finish Metatron, then perhaps my MA -- along with some short stories for Analog & the science fact (actually, it's more like speculation) article Wimsatt suggested posting there.
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