sleepless nights; days filled wsith pain
I'm still waiting on the Ambien-CR, & with the 3-day weekend coming up, I likely won't have any until the middle of next week -- the 72 hour wait has to extend over the holiday.
This explains my day filled with internal anguish on the 31st. I woke up way too early, wasn't able to do much while Trish hosed down dishes at Pizza Hut. I did finally check my email, crit from some scientist/student who didn't understand the computer, although the explanation I fired back at him included modifications of the machine made since the draft he read. I also worked on "Bio-Aesthetics" until about noon, ate my generic chunky soup, then put the Doors DVD on the TV & just zoned out in the chair.
Trish walked home, even though Car-girl had promised to pick her up there. Once she arrived, Car-girl called to say she'd been on the computer all day, so she'd pick Trish up in a bit.
I rode along, to cash my $35 check & take some more grocery money out of the Iron Claw. However, they gave us $100 & not broken down the way the checks were made. This left Trish with lots of grocery money -- & too much spent on chips.
I also had to run over to Dawn's Drugs twice -- Boes hadn't faxed in my timoptic; finally had to have Invisible Optometric to do it. I took off for the drugstore while Trish shopped, so I felt afraid that she'd find an empty house & her anxiety would kick in. Instead, she just returned with groceries around 6:00 -- & a CD/DVD of Hannah Montana.
We had leftovers for supper, & some still left for lunch today. I had a hard time getting motivated to pick apples, so we postponed it.
When we started to watch TV, I kept falling asleep in my chair. I did wake up around 20 'til 6:00, but I felt rested. Currently, I'm waiting for Trish to take her Synthroid.
Wenonah Lyon wrote a crit for me, the 2nd one on "Galaxies Controlling Fate". So far, everyone hates the computer, or at least the numbering, but that's only 2 people. She also offered some suggestions for altering the beginning -- the story needs a more effective opening. For that matter, the ending needs more explanation, so I'm wondering why the first guy didn't comment on it, indicating that perhaps he didn't read the entire story. I think perhaps more will start to arrive today, when the weekly ping goes out. I'm not doing anymore rewriting until I've finished & submitted my essay, so if it hasn't been rejected by the time that it (inevitably) comes back in the mail, I may send the project to Asimov's. Even though some Critter said about an earlier draft that it might work for F&SF, I doubt it. I just hope the input from Critters allows me to do a draft that Analog will buy.
This explains my day filled with internal anguish on the 31st. I woke up way too early, wasn't able to do much while Trish hosed down dishes at Pizza Hut. I did finally check my email, crit from some scientist/student who didn't understand the computer, although the explanation I fired back at him included modifications of the machine made since the draft he read. I also worked on "Bio-Aesthetics" until about noon, ate my generic chunky soup, then put the Doors DVD on the TV & just zoned out in the chair.
Trish walked home, even though Car-girl had promised to pick her up there. Once she arrived, Car-girl called to say she'd been on the computer all day, so she'd pick Trish up in a bit.
I rode along, to cash my $35 check & take some more grocery money out of the Iron Claw. However, they gave us $100 & not broken down the way the checks were made. This left Trish with lots of grocery money -- & too much spent on chips.
I also had to run over to Dawn's Drugs twice -- Boes hadn't faxed in my timoptic; finally had to have Invisible Optometric to do it. I took off for the drugstore while Trish shopped, so I felt afraid that she'd find an empty house & her anxiety would kick in. Instead, she just returned with groceries around 6:00 -- & a CD/DVD of Hannah Montana.
We had leftovers for supper, & some still left for lunch today. I had a hard time getting motivated to pick apples, so we postponed it.
When we started to watch TV, I kept falling asleep in my chair. I did wake up around 20 'til 6:00, but I felt rested. Currently, I'm waiting for Trish to take her Synthroid.
Wenonah Lyon wrote a crit for me, the 2nd one on "Galaxies Controlling Fate". So far, everyone hates the computer, or at least the numbering, but that's only 2 people. She also offered some suggestions for altering the beginning -- the story needs a more effective opening. For that matter, the ending needs more explanation, so I'm wondering why the first guy didn't comment on it, indicating that perhaps he didn't read the entire story. I think perhaps more will start to arrive today, when the weekly ping goes out. I'm not doing anymore rewriting until I've finished & submitted my essay, so if it hasn't been rejected by the time that it (inevitably) comes back in the mail, I may send the project to Asimov's. Even though some Critter said about an earlier draft that it might work for F&SF, I doubt it. I just hope the input from Critters allows me to do a draft that Analog will buy.
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