Lowell appointment
Appointment with the therapist this morning, also some banking to be done (leftover from last week and the incident of the bank clerk who bungled something in my checking account -- thankfully cleared up).
Odd incident at work last week: It's not unusual that I find change on the floor at work, sometimes bills. The bills I turn in to the lost and found, since someone might come looking for it; the change I hold up and ask if someone dropped a penny/dime/nickel/quarter. This time, I found... a book of stamps. Asked people around me if they had dropped the book of stamps. No takers. So I took it to the lost and found and asked a friend in the courtesy booth if they could put my name on it, in case no one found it. No one did, so I got to keep them: free stamps for my mother.
The dry spell is back a bit, so I might be stalling a bit on the writing challenge, also need to decipher more of the too-closely written journal writing (I'm a bit embarrassed by the phase I went through when I wrote this fic: I was so cheap I crammed as much into the journals as I could, to the point of ignoring line breaks and paragraph breaks while making up my own system of cluing myself in to where they went. Now I have to relearn what those meant). In the meantime... I broke my record for keeping a character alive in "Don't Starve": thirty-four days until I got Wilson killed somewhat stupidly (previous record was twenty-eight days). Hopefully tomorrow, my writing mojo will come back: I think hammering out two fics and then having a busy day today had a hand in that.
Odd incident at work last week: It's not unusual that I find change on the floor at work, sometimes bills. The bills I turn in to the lost and found, since someone might come looking for it; the change I hold up and ask if someone dropped a penny/dime/nickel/quarter. This time, I found... a book of stamps. Asked people around me if they had dropped the book of stamps. No takers. So I took it to the lost and found and asked a friend in the courtesy booth if they could put my name on it, in case no one found it. No one did, so I got to keep them: free stamps for my mother.
The dry spell is back a bit, so I might be stalling a bit on the writing challenge, also need to decipher more of the too-closely written journal writing (I'm a bit embarrassed by the phase I went through when I wrote this fic: I was so cheap I crammed as much into the journals as I could, to the point of ignoring line breaks and paragraph breaks while making up my own system of cluing myself in to where they went. Now I have to relearn what those meant). In the meantime... I broke my record for keeping a character alive in "Don't Starve": thirty-four days until I got Wilson killed somewhat stupidly (previous record was twenty-eight days). Hopefully tomorrow, my writing mojo will come back: I think hammering out two fics and then having a busy day today had a hand in that.