late start
Yesterday I was working on the downstairs bedroom so I don't have to live in a dump for the next year and so I will eventually be able to clean up the living room too.
So I wrote one sentence.
Today I brought the word count to 1.7K+, which is better. I'm sort of speeding throguh drummer's training camp. Tomorrow I'll get him chosen by hsi first unit, and the next day maybe have his first battle, and probably on one of thiose two days the conversation with the older drummer about how they're already dead, so they may as well see if they can save their comrades, and by the way, we fuck around a little too.
I was looking for more about military drummers, but there's not a lot more to be found, so I'm making up a lot of stuff whole cloth, and hoping that it makes sense.
I've been poking at Frank's old laptop but it's probably a paperweight. I have some time before the surgeries anyway: I've moved back the first one to May, so I have more time to work out the finances and strengthen my legs before hand. There's no reason not to, I'm not in much pain at all and I really am getting stronger. Yesterday Kevin the physical therapist decided I was ready for a new set of exercises which are as he says "efficient" -- meaning they are difficult, painful, and tiring. I should be proud, but I'm sore. I mean muscle sore, not emotion sore.
Also, that cracked tooth finally shed the cracked bit off, and now I have three teeth with chunks out of them. At my age, my mother had three teeth, though, so that's an improvement.
Also: tomato sandwiches.
So I wrote one sentence.
Today I brought the word count to 1.7K+, which is better. I'm sort of speeding throguh drummer's training camp. Tomorrow I'll get him chosen by hsi first unit, and the next day maybe have his first battle, and probably on one of thiose two days the conversation with the older drummer about how they're already dead, so they may as well see if they can save their comrades, and by the way, we fuck around a little too.
I was looking for more about military drummers, but there's not a lot more to be found, so I'm making up a lot of stuff whole cloth, and hoping that it makes sense.
I've been poking at Frank's old laptop but it's probably a paperweight. I have some time before the surgeries anyway: I've moved back the first one to May, so I have more time to work out the finances and strengthen my legs before hand. There's no reason not to, I'm not in much pain at all and I really am getting stronger. Yesterday Kevin the physical therapist decided I was ready for a new set of exercises which are as he says "efficient" -- meaning they are difficult, painful, and tiring. I should be proud, but I'm sore. I mean muscle sore, not emotion sore.
Also, that cracked tooth finally shed the cracked bit off, and now I have three teeth with chunks out of them. At my age, my mother had three teeth, though, so that's an improvement.
Also: tomato sandwiches.