Despite a very idiotic near-fall on Sunday and a massive asthma attack on Tuesday, I did get some things done, so I am pleased, but man, it was hard.
Monday found me hip-deep in Latin, checking citations in the writings of the Fathers of the Church. Edifying stuff, that; I found the childhood guilt creeping up over me again, because what I’m writing about are the seven deadly sins.
Monday evening, I had a very nice dinner with fellow ROWer C. M. Cipriani. She lives about 35 miles out of town, but it was the first time we met IRL. We had a great time talking about writing and good books; then moved on to bad books that we couldn’t figure out how they ever got published. We closed down the restaurant (at 9pm; yes, I live in a hick town), and then critiqued the date that was going on at the table next to us. Dude, that was a total fail; you will never see that chick again! We were in hysterics on the sidewalk. As much as the online community has helped me, it was so wonderful to have a real-life chat with another writer.
Tuesday was figure out the blog posts and schedule day. I appreciate all the comments I’ve gotten on what you write on your blogs and why. I had a long list of things that I have run across and enjoyed researching, another long list of background explanations about me and my rather strange brain; finally I communed with the History Channel’s This Day in History, which is the kind of site I can spend days on. I kept researching until my eyes would have no more. I almost fell asleep in my dinner, but my good husband saved me from that fate. A few minutes later, he found me snoozing, finger poised over my phone, and convinced me to go to bed. Now having slept for 11 hours last night, I’m feeling pretty good.
Let’s see: exercise, nope. Sunday night, I was bringing the dogs back in the screened door, when it caught the back of my shoe, causing whiplash as my whole body ceased forward motion at short notice. My elbow rebounded off the wooden brace on the door; my neck whipped back at mach 2, my knee did a 360 (well, maybe only a 280) and I almost fell face-first on the floor. I’m proud I didn’t fall, but felt like an 80-year-old Monday morning. Monday night I was out late and didn’t catch up; Tuesday morning I had a massive asthma attack. I have found that exercise requires being able to breathe, so no exercise either Monday or Tuesday.
Friends: I had a little correspondence with some overseas friends, so that was very nice. See above for the IRL dinner Monday night, which was a whole lot of fun, and not something I do anywhere near enough.
All in all, a good couple of days, giving myself a small pass. Please go encourage all the rest of the ROWers here. Also, I’m still interested in what you write about on your blogs and why, so don’t feel the poll has closed!