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Sep. 29th, 2017 10:54 pmI ended up taking NyQuil last night, not so much to fall asleep and stay there as because as the night wore on my allergies got worse and worse and rather than take a non-drowsy 12-hour antihistamine two hours before bed I stuck it out and took the NyQuil and went to bed once it had kicked in.
I think it actually helped some that my first post-college-drought kitty was when I was living in the boy's parents' house with the boy, because that meant that we could sit on the bed last night and talk about our silly tailless Gretchen kitty and how she'd curl up on our feet and how tiny she was when we found her, and all those wonderful things. And I knew I wasn't alone, because we were both there and we both loved her and will miss her. So that helped. So did cuddling all of the current household of cats. (SO MANY WE HAVE SO MANY CATS I HAVE SO MUCH FUR TO SWEEP UP.)
I have no idea why but for whatever reason I have decided that this is the weekend of clean and cook all the things, so there's now a third batch of mashed potatoes for the month cooking on the stove, a batch of cranberry-orange cheese dip in the fridge, and materials to make a spinach lasagna in the kitchen. Plus notes on breadmaking when it's not quite warm enough to rise the dough and not at all cool enough to kick the radiators on to do it by those.
I submitted a story today! Tonight. At almost midnight but it was still before midnight so it was today so who's counting. Someone posted a link to a submissions call on Twitter right as I was doing something with the Rochesters and the Lifestyles of the Modern Witch series, I forget what but I have the email I sent to the Editrix all "HEY I FOUND WHERE THE [THINGIE] GOES." So I wrote the story and if it doesn't get accepted, what the hell I'll put it out there myself somehow. I'm increasingly developing a very YOLO attitude towards submitting short stories. And querying novels, come to think of it.
Oogh but then I stayed up too late doing the cooking and the querying and jamming in sideways all the other things I usually do at night. Here's hoping I'm awake enough to do facekicking tomorrow.
I think it actually helped some that my first post-college-drought kitty was when I was living in the boy's parents' house with the boy, because that meant that we could sit on the bed last night and talk about our silly tailless Gretchen kitty and how she'd curl up on our feet and how tiny she was when we found her, and all those wonderful things. And I knew I wasn't alone, because we were both there and we both loved her and will miss her. So that helped. So did cuddling all of the current household of cats. (SO MANY WE HAVE SO MANY CATS I HAVE SO MUCH FUR TO SWEEP UP.)
I have no idea why but for whatever reason I have decided that this is the weekend of clean and cook all the things, so there's now a third batch of mashed potatoes for the month cooking on the stove, a batch of cranberry-orange cheese dip in the fridge, and materials to make a spinach lasagna in the kitchen. Plus notes on breadmaking when it's not quite warm enough to rise the dough and not at all cool enough to kick the radiators on to do it by those.
I submitted a story today! Tonight. At almost midnight but it was still before midnight so it was today so who's counting. Someone posted a link to a submissions call on Twitter right as I was doing something with the Rochesters and the Lifestyles of the Modern Witch series, I forget what but I have the email I sent to the Editrix all "HEY I FOUND WHERE THE [THINGIE] GOES." So I wrote the story and if it doesn't get accepted, what the hell I'll put it out there myself somehow. I'm increasingly developing a very YOLO attitude towards submitting short stories. And querying novels, come to think of it.
Oogh but then I stayed up too late doing the cooking and the querying and jamming in sideways all the other things I usually do at night. Here's hoping I'm awake enough to do facekicking tomorrow.