long weekend

Too long. Trish got sick on Thursday, stayed home from work -- for the next 2 days, then had her normal days off, & the one personal day she'd taken.

Then there was the rejection. Analog bounced "Galaxies..." again. I should've Critter'd it. The story's at Jim Baen's Universe now, once it bounces there, I'm tearing the dark energy conduits/sails out ot the story, replace them with warp-bubbles, then re-Critter the story.

At first, discouragement reigned over me. Then I had a stroke of insight: I found the original of Mindstorm -- in somewhat mutated form -- in my file case. Trish put in a lot of time collating the story, as her illness mellowed out.

I went to the fair with Car-girl Friday, along with Gail & some guy I didn't know, ate my obligatory cheeseburger & fries, then went home: too hot & feeling too down about wasting more than 1/2 a lifetime as a failure.

Yesterday (Monday) Trish had an appointment with Dr. Debbie -- "Just like stop. Stop right there." -- in which she determined the entity on Trish's belly is simply an ingrown hair.

We paid the water bill, went to Charlene's office -- she made a diagnosis of a personality disorder, not sure which one yet. Since the time was late, & the skies threatening, we skipped Crazy Tacos & ordered out a $6.72 pizza.

We watched a couple new porno-vids, the first time Sunday, when Karen did budget; the next day, even with some more free samples of Viagra, the ejaculation was still way too delayed -- 2 hours. Trish enjoyed it, though.

So I'm not giving up on fantasy & science fiction, I'll simply also be simultaneously working on non-slipstream mainstream, putting Mindstorm closer into shape as what it'd been before Scott Multi-Death destroyed it.

Breakfast is in 5 minutes. Trish will also put up her blog today.