Wrote 1500 words today. Tonight, there’s nothing to clean because I caught up on all that on Saturday. Bills are paid and filed. Ate some cheese. Watched the first half of “Out of Africa.” Just reading the last 50 pages of Undertow. Already modded two ponies this month. I guess I could could go back to threading the hair on the third. Once I finish Undertow I could start reading Acacia, I guess…
But mostly, after realizing I was nearly done with Undertow, I’ve been wandering around the house, wondering where all of this time has come from. I’m caught up with work at work. And yes, the cleaning, again, is caught up. The sheets are washed. I’m stocked up on neccessary drugs. Black Desert is on track for that March completion date. Supplies are bought.
This is why I have that gym membership, because these long, cold nights in Dayton start to get realllllly long this time of year. Back to the gym tomorrow, it appears.
I guess I could always work on my French.
I should be happy I’m caught up on everything, but mostly, there’s this sense of loss. I always need to have eight projects going on at once, or I start to feel empty.
Also, for some reason, I have a headache.
I should go bowling Saturday.
I should join a book group.
I wish real writers lived in Dayton.
Also, that there were better places to eat.
And I wish I made more money.
And had a car, so I could just up and drive somewhere for the weekend.
I miss the ocean.