First thing: My wife's feeling really run down again. She went to work anyway because (a) she's still testing negative, and (b) everybody's living in their respirators right now because of the ancient insulation they're working in and around.
She came home early because she literally fell off a ladder (but NOT down the damn stairwell she was working over, so thank you gods for small mercies) and, while she didn't break her arm (thank you gods for small mercies) she's a little banged up and has Retired To Bed like a smart woman.
I will be getting dinner going here in a minute or two and feeding her some protein and carbs and hot sauce to help her feel better.
Second thing: I wrote my poem for the week. It came reasonably easily (I finished a partially drafted poem first, which may have helped things along) and, for the moment, I'm feeling moderately confident about the possibility of having a Microchap finished - or at least drafted - by the end of February. Which will be a nice change from Not Much Of Anything outside of the collaborative work I'm doing with my girlfriend. It felt nice to actually write something.
I keep thinking about the "Polyamoury and Power Exchange" book I drafted... last year? Some time? That I haven't dug into editing.
It was a really horrible draft. Like I'm honestly not sure if this is thee kind of thing where I EDIT vs the kind of thing where I take the three salvageable bits and try to draft something better mostly out of whole cloth. But I'm thinking about it again - mostly, I suspect, because of how my relationship with Muse is progressing, but also because Babygirl will be arriving in town in, like, one month exactly (TBH, I'd like to convince her to hold off until Mid-March given her lack of snow-tires and intent to arrive here by car, but). Basically, things continue to get Realer on that front, and it's got me chewing on stuff in an "I wrote about this before" kind of way.
Third thing: I missed both Imbolg rituals I'd planned to attend last week, due to The Rona BUT both ritual groups incorporated ideas or liturgy provided by me, which feels really good. Babygirl and I did a long-distance Imbolg ritual together on Sunday night, which was also really nice.
Anyway. Dinner Awaits.
TTFN,
Ms Syren.
She came home early because she literally fell off a ladder (but NOT down the damn stairwell she was working over, so thank you gods for small mercies) and, while she didn't break her arm (thank you gods for small mercies) she's a little banged up and has Retired To Bed like a smart woman.
I will be getting dinner going here in a minute or two and feeding her some protein and carbs and hot sauce to help her feel better.
Second thing: I wrote my poem for the week. It came reasonably easily (I finished a partially drafted poem first, which may have helped things along) and, for the moment, I'm feeling moderately confident about the possibility of having a Microchap finished - or at least drafted - by the end of February. Which will be a nice change from Not Much Of Anything outside of the collaborative work I'm doing with my girlfriend. It felt nice to actually write something.
I keep thinking about the "Polyamoury and Power Exchange" book I drafted... last year? Some time? That I haven't dug into editing.
It was a really horrible draft. Like I'm honestly not sure if this is thee kind of thing where I EDIT vs the kind of thing where I take the three salvageable bits and try to draft something better mostly out of whole cloth. But I'm thinking about it again - mostly, I suspect, because of how my relationship with Muse is progressing, but also because Babygirl will be arriving in town in, like, one month exactly (TBH, I'd like to convince her to hold off until Mid-March given her lack of snow-tires and intent to arrive here by car, but). Basically, things continue to get Realer on that front, and it's got me chewing on stuff in an "I wrote about this before" kind of way.
Third thing: I missed both Imbolg rituals I'd planned to attend last week, due to The Rona BUT both ritual groups incorporated ideas or liturgy provided by me, which feels really good. Babygirl and I did a long-distance Imbolg ritual together on Sunday night, which was also really nice.
Anyway. Dinner Awaits.
TTFN,
Ms Syren.