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Oct. 15th, 2002 11:36 amWhat a nice morning.
Okay, maybe spending part of the morning on the phone with a good friend hearing about her recent heart attack isn't the most chipper thing in the world, but... like, she made good jokes about it. Hearing her be upbeat and all was good. (Gods, but I wish she already had a cardiologist who was used to working with her, because she is not good at downtime. There is a point where it's safer to let her work because sitting in front of a computer is pretty sedate compared to remodelling her house...)
Sunday I spent a quiet day around the house -- which was probably a good thing, since the silly bug was trying to catch me. Yesterday, more of the same. Not exactly unproductive, but a lot more low key than I have been being.
I have to remember that if I spend a whole lot of time running around out of the house, I'm probably not getting writing done. Did I overbook myself this badly before Microsoft?
(Uh... yeah, sometimes. But perhaps not as consistantly. I do remember a long period of time during college where I was in class everyone morning, working every afternoon, and singing or dancing or something every evening. What was I thinking?)
Today I will ink my cards, and get them printed. And maybe get something on paper for the next story. Or work on the cookbook. (I go through these periods where I'm convinced that I don't really know enough about cooking to write a cookbook, but that's just something I need to get over.)
Okay, maybe spending part of the morning on the phone with a good friend hearing about her recent heart attack isn't the most chipper thing in the world, but... like, she made good jokes about it. Hearing her be upbeat and all was good. (Gods, but I wish she already had a cardiologist who was used to working with her, because she is not good at downtime. There is a point where it's safer to let her work because sitting in front of a computer is pretty sedate compared to remodelling her house...)
Sunday I spent a quiet day around the house -- which was probably a good thing, since the silly bug was trying to catch me. Yesterday, more of the same. Not exactly unproductive, but a lot more low key than I have been being.
I have to remember that if I spend a whole lot of time running around out of the house, I'm probably not getting writing done. Did I overbook myself this badly before Microsoft?
(Uh... yeah, sometimes. But perhaps not as consistantly. I do remember a long period of time during college where I was in class everyone morning, working every afternoon, and singing or dancing or something every evening. What was I thinking?)
Today I will ink my cards, and get them printed. And maybe get something on paper for the next story. Or work on the cookbook. (I go through these periods where I'm convinced that I don't really know enough about cooking to write a cookbook, but that's just something I need to get over.)
