What do I complain about the most?
Being tired, I think? Or maybe writing being hard. Probably the first one, though.
I don’t like being tired. One of many reasons why not having kids is a goooood choice, lol. I do love my rest. I take a nap most days. If I wake up and I’m tired, I’ll probably not get up. Back to sleep with me! And I feel like I do a fair amount on these daily entries talking about being tired.
I dunno. That’s probably a question best answered by you. What do I complain the most about on here?
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Per the theme above…I did not get up this morning and do my AM writing. Sigh. It’s officially a struggle. Struggle. Bus. Did my PM writing, though. Like a boss. It was a good writing session, too, thank you LORD.
It’s a matter of resolve. Resolve until I can re-find the rhythm. It’s close though, and believe it or not, this slow plod back through what I’ve already outlined has been a very good thing. It was loose. Needed jeuje (or zhuzh, however it’s spelled). Now it pops. Whew!
Work was busy again. Somehow, miraculously, I’m caught up with my shakespeare reading. Again today: Part 3 of Henry VI is better than Part 2! There were a couple rough scenes, but also a couple great ones today. Billy seems to be learning some stuff. And then, randomly, there will be a terrible scene where nobody acts like a real person, lol. And some where it feels like Shakespeare gets paid by the word. But the scenes where the people feel real, and the words are precious…damn. Still slaps. It’s brilliant.
Joy just played blanket monster with me for a bit, and now she’s under the covers. I was just recalling with Liz about when she was a baby. We kept her in a kennel at night (because she couldn’t hold her bladder; puppies, in general, just can’t do that yet), and we’d get up every couple hours to take her outside to pee, and she’d be on her back, belly up, and soooo sleeepy – pull her out like a loaf of bread, and I remember when she started to lengthen out as she grew, and her chest got longer, then put her back inside and she’d fall right back asleep. It was so much work, those days, but she was so freaking cute. She really saved me from my grief. She really did.
Night night.