Mosquitos in January
I did fairly well on my listmania yesterday. I didn’t walk the dog. I did agility training with her in the backyard. She is so stubborn. I didn’t do Yoga formally. No, because I was catching Bean skipping school and having to get his ass back in class. I have threatened him with no birthday party if this asshatery keeps up. Another proof positive that me being close to home has been helpful. Not so good on the writing category. Only 250 words. My goal was 1,000. But I did edit yesterday and am just tired of this mss. I just can’t get the voice right. I don’t know what to do with it. I need one internal dialogue quickly in the beginning of the book - and I can’t seem to make it work. Ugh.
Therapist chastised me (as much as therapists do, that is) for not being aware of how my PTSD ups my stress level. I had just come from catching him deciding to “take a break from school” so my focus was on my parenting and not on my healing. But…that said, I told her about my breakdown and the constant creep of thoughts of just laying down in the river. That is not really me. No, it’s just troubling. But I’m still here and still battling. I’m still standing. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Have I told you all about the porn studio that moved in next door? So the house to the north of us was for sale before ours went up for sale - before we bought it. It spent the entire first year we were here on the market as well. It finally was purchased Aug. 7th. They moved in and started doing all kinds of renovation - putting up a fence, destroying 35 years of beautiful landscaping, putting in new doors and windows, blah blah blah. But now no one is living there. They come for a little while every day and then leave. From like 3 in the afternoon until about 8 p.m. Then there’s no one home. See what I mean? Porn studio - or pot farm. I’m not bitching. They are quiet and such; I just wonder if it will stay that way. I’m just sandwiched between a porn studio and a massive hoarder. My little urban farm - in between two oddities.
Try again today.
Yoga & Walk (didn't walk, but did aerobics with the Wii Fit; Dog is pissed at me; but, it's a deluge today. ugh)
1,000 words
Laundry (getting closer)
Food Bank Visit
Library Run (take back books, pick up weekly newspapers)
Make sure Bean gets to Ortho at 3 p.m.
Dreamland editing (during homework hour)
Time with Pnut today (take her for coffee and pay for her dance class - thank you Grandpa)
SVW Organization
Operation Organization (writing desk or hall cleaning closet - take your pick)
Dust Master Bedroom
Operation freelance (find some goddamn money coming in)
Gaming time?
Read More than Yesterday(already happened as I read during breakfast; took my mid-morning snack break and read a short story my friend gave me for Yule; and read over lunch, too).
Meditate before Bed
Today’s Soundtrack:
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Therapist chastised me (as much as therapists do, that is) for not being aware of how my PTSD ups my stress level. I had just come from catching him deciding to “take a break from school” so my focus was on my parenting and not on my healing. But…that said, I told her about my breakdown and the constant creep of thoughts of just laying down in the river. That is not really me. No, it’s just troubling. But I’m still here and still battling. I’m still standing. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Have I told you all about the porn studio that moved in next door? So the house to the north of us was for sale before ours went up for sale - before we bought it. It spent the entire first year we were here on the market as well. It finally was purchased Aug. 7th. They moved in and started doing all kinds of renovation - putting up a fence, destroying 35 years of beautiful landscaping, putting in new doors and windows, blah blah blah. But now no one is living there. They come for a little while every day and then leave. From like 3 in the afternoon until about 8 p.m. Then there’s no one home. See what I mean? Porn studio - or pot farm. I’m not bitching. They are quiet and such; I just wonder if it will stay that way. I’m just sandwiched between a porn studio and a massive hoarder. My little urban farm - in between two oddities.
Try again today.
Yoga & Walk (didn't walk, but did aerobics with the Wii Fit; Dog is pissed at me; but, it's a deluge today. ugh)
1,000 words
Laundry (getting closer)
Food Bank Visit
Library Run (take back books, pick up weekly newspapers)
Make sure Bean gets to Ortho at 3 p.m.
Dreamland editing (during homework hour)
Time with Pnut today (take her for coffee and pay for her dance class - thank you Grandpa)
SVW Organization
Operation Organization (writing desk or hall cleaning closet - take your pick)
Dust Master Bedroom
Operation freelance (find some goddamn money coming in)
Gaming time?
Read More than Yesterday(already happened as I read during breakfast; took my mid-morning snack break and read a short story my friend gave me for Yule; and read over lunch, too).
Meditate before Bed
Today’s Soundtrack:
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