Wreck Your Life
November 7
La, my darlings. It being Wednesday, and an Exercise Day under the new mutually-agreed-upon regime, I rode the BART to Berkeley and spent twenty minutes doing very little but sweating and getting my heart rate up, intermittently reading Cordelia's Honor. Heather is much more accomplished at reading while exercising, striding away on the elliptical machine with a book in her hands... Such expertise will come to me in time, I suppose.
Work was quite busy today, but it was the sort of work I enjoy-- layout, scanning things, and so on. The only annoyance was that work ran late, so I didn't get out the door until 5:20, which made me a good fifteen minutes late for meeting Heather. But we arrived, and all was well. After exercise, we went to a diner and ate burgers and shakes. Yes, I know, it seems to negate the exercise-- but it's better than eating such things without exercising first, you see? Which had been our habit before.
I am entirely too fond of avocado. In omelets, on sandwiches, on burgers, mushed for chip-dipping-- I adore it in all its forms. Ah, well. It's a vegetable at least, right?
Very very busy lately. I have to submit a proposal for a work-for-hire writing thing; I'll let you know more details later, if my proposal is picked, which it very well may'nt be. I'm capable of doing the job, but there may be others more capable, you see...
This is slush-reading-week; the bulk of that will happen tomorrow evening, while Heather is off at an appointment. I also have a review to write and a column to write about poetry. I have a to-do list somewhere; I won't burden you with a full recitation here. But I've got a busy several days ahead.
I wrote 1500 words on Rangergirl last night, and I'm well into my train wreck scene. (There is no actual train wreck in the scene; I'm referring to certain interpersonal clashes, by way of a metaphor, you see)
So. I'm doing well, and I'm not philosophically inclined tonight, so no more ditherings and blatherings here. I'll write again soonish.
