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Monday,
January 2, 2006
A moderate improvement upon yesterday
I got fed up with feeling so dizzy and crappy last night, so
I tried some imaging techniques (yeah, I know how woo-woo that sounds, but
for me they work, so keep your opinions to yourself). Since I had Gilbert and
Sullivan running through my head anyway, I imagined lots of little bouncy knights
with lances going after all the cold germs to the strains of "The Mikado,"
and big mooching white cells coming along after them cleaning up the mess.
This morning, I woke up feeling sort of all right, and kept on improving throughout the day. Take THAT, cold germs!
Keeping at least one resolution
While
feeding various loads of clothes and bedding though the laundry, I've also
got WHITE KNIGHT, QUEEN ALICE open, and I'm currently reworking the opening
(some retconning required me to move the opening sequence from Oxford to Chicago
-- besides, Connie Willis pretty much has a lock on time travel stories in
Oxford, so it's best not to retread that ground), which required a total loss
of almost 2.5K words. Ouch. And I still have to figure out how my villain is
going to get back to the present and past whatever guards have been posted
on the time machine, but hey, that's part and parcel of being a writer, no?
I also really need a lapdesk -- I've got the laptop propped on this folding thing that supposedly lets air get to the underside of the laptop and cool it off, but it's really too low for me to type comfortably unless I tuck my legs up and balance everything on top of my knees. And you wouldn't believe how hard it is to find a simple bloody lapdesk around here -- even the computer shops don't carry anything appropriate, and I can't remember where I got the one that Lyndon now uses. Hmm -- must think.
And another resolution -- I'm on a roll!
Well,
all the bedding is in the laundry, and I didn't get up until 1:00 PM anyway,
so I hauled the Big White Butt down to the fitness room and did 30 minutes
on the reclining bike while our duvets chugged through the machine.
And once again I'm struck by the dichotomy of exercise --I hate having to get ready and go over there to work out, but I always feel better afterwards. See, one of the hangers-on of the cold was the dreary thought that our climate is changing, the seas are rising and we're all fucked.
Now that I've exercised, I realize, yeah, we're still fucked barring a miracle, so we'd better enjoy each day that's given to us, do our best to help each other, and learn some useful skills like herbalism, sheep shearing and basic carpentry. Mmm, maybe now's the time to pick up that distaff and learn how to hand spin...