Hmmm
Last night, decided I was useless. Unable to finish stories I'd promised to beta. Unable to cope with a 15-stitch knitting pattern (two aborted tries, much frustration). Unable to stay awake for the Friday night Stargate triple-episode extravaganza. Crawled up to bed feeling like shit in every possible way.
Then a small miracle happened. I actually slept until six without waking up. It's been *months* since I did that.
To celebrate, I got the laundry moving, finished some work proofreading, did some cleaning, and finished my first beta/edit since the Beta from Hell. I think it went OK. And all that before 11.00 a.m. Over a coffee, I finally realised why I was counting the damn pattern wrong too.
Nice.
Then a small miracle happened. I actually slept until six without waking up. It's been *months* since I did that.
To celebrate, I got the laundry moving, finished some work proofreading, did some cleaning, and finished my first beta/edit since the Beta from Hell. I think it went OK. And all that before 11.00 a.m. Over a coffee, I finally realised why I was counting the damn pattern wrong too.
Nice.