Yesterday I wrote some good words.
104 fiction words, 373 total words
Today I check out Whole Foods for the first time, Costco with Mom (because it’s been a while), and then relax, I think. I suppose it depends on when I get home.
I’ve had one cup of coffee and I’ll need to get another one of those down if I want to operate at peak capacity. I should probably not drink even that much, but I just don’t care right now.
You get cat sounds tonight. My cats have been very vocal lately. I wonder if it’s the heat, or just a general desire for attention, but it’s not clear. They’re also still having fun on their brand new play place, the loveseat sofa sitting upended in my living room. It’ll go away Sunday. The bed will be here for another couple weeks, but that will give the cats new hiding spots, and that’s OK.
There are some really neat cat installations involving posts of about 1′ to 2′ that emerge from the wall horizontal to the floor and are wrapped with sisal rope. I’d like to do something like that someday.
Yesterday I struggled with writing, and I went to bed early thinking I would easily wake this morning to write. To a certain extent, this was correct. Just before 7 a.m. Elder Youth knocked firmly on my door, ripping me from my dream to let me know that something was dripping in the kitchen, and Junior Youth was “freaking out”.
Well, Junior Youth nailed it. There was water coming in the kitchen, and pots and pans were pulled out to catch it. (The house has quirks.) Elder Youth was unimpressed, but Junior Youth definitely got all the points this morning.
Speaking of words last night:
168 fiction words, 309 total words
And tonight is starting late for my routines, but I got a lot of other things done today. (Returning the bass was not among those things, unfortunately.) All is good.