Considering the plunge
I don't know how much good it would do me, but I'm half-tempted to do NaNoWriMo this year in a sort of unofficial way. I'll do it strictly for the motivation in finishing projects already started, not to start something new. (As if I need to start anything new.) I have no desire to win any awards or submit anything to the NaNoWriMo site. I'm just looking for a jumpstart. Maybe this would do it. I don't know.
Another thing I'm tackling is the 'quitting smoking' again. (For, um, what... the fifth or sixth time in the last two years?) I've bought a two week supply of transdermal nicotine patches in hopes that it will help. Day one is today.
I butchered my hair. Not too badly. But enough to be slightly noticable if it's not styled. My affair with the clippers is a rocky one...
Smokey and Mitten are now just about as close as Mitten and Parrot were. Mitten seems spunkier now, happy to chase Smokey through the house, and wrestle, and curl up together with him. It's a good thing to see.
I have an appointment tomorrow to speak with Tasha's case worker about her background. Tasha's dad and her grandparents have already spoken to the woman. I guess the speculation over bi-polar mania being the culprit of Tasha's behavior is gaining ground. A question that was asked was whether or not she had ever suffered any severe head traumas. They told the woman no. But, they forgot about the car accident I had years ago, when Tasha was about three-and-a-half. I was driving in rainy conditions and lost control on the highway, flipping the car and landing us in a ditch. (I still have pictures of the car; it was a horrible mess.) None of us had any visible injuries or signs of brain trauma, so we were all released from the scene without going to the hospital. But, it was a pretty violent crash. I wonder if that may be a contributing factor?
If so... jeez, now I really feel like shit over the whole situation. To think I may have inadvertently caused Tasha's condition... The thought makes me sick.
I need to get started on dinner.
Another thing I'm tackling is the 'quitting smoking' again. (For, um, what... the fifth or sixth time in the last two years?) I've bought a two week supply of transdermal nicotine patches in hopes that it will help. Day one is today.
I butchered my hair. Not too badly. But enough to be slightly noticable if it's not styled. My affair with the clippers is a rocky one...
Smokey and Mitten are now just about as close as Mitten and Parrot were. Mitten seems spunkier now, happy to chase Smokey through the house, and wrestle, and curl up together with him. It's a good thing to see.
I have an appointment tomorrow to speak with Tasha's case worker about her background. Tasha's dad and her grandparents have already spoken to the woman. I guess the speculation over bi-polar mania being the culprit of Tasha's behavior is gaining ground. A question that was asked was whether or not she had ever suffered any severe head traumas. They told the woman no. But, they forgot about the car accident I had years ago, when Tasha was about three-and-a-half. I was driving in rainy conditions and lost control on the highway, flipping the car and landing us in a ditch. (I still have pictures of the car; it was a horrible mess.) None of us had any visible injuries or signs of brain trauma, so we were all released from the scene without going to the hospital. But, it was a pretty violent crash. I wonder if that may be a contributing factor?
If so... jeez, now I really feel like shit over the whole situation. To think I may have inadvertently caused Tasha's condition... The thought makes me sick.
I need to get started on dinner.