A little of this, a little of that

Not a day for any earth-shattering changes. Mind you, I wasn't in a good mood when an ex phoned me as he'd woken me up, so I just ignored the ringing of the phone. Nope, buddy, waking me up does not put me in a good mood.

I think my SADS is kicking in because of reduced light levels, also the cooler temperatures. Also, feeling claustrophobic from the still-to-be-unpacked boxes. So, I hibernated. I know: if I'm doing this now, what will I do on February 5th? Um, double hibernate?

Good things were writing more than 1,000 words on the second episode of McShep ... and I haven't even gotten to the kissing yet. But I've hit an emotional bump (no, not mine; theirs). Even though I'm writing about sex, it's the farthest thing from PWP I could be doing. It has to make sense to me. Another good thing was getting a supportive phone call from M who commiserated with me about today's oochies and ouchies. M's non-traditional prescription was to take a frog (Nurse Friggie to the rescue!) to bed. But, alas, I napped without the beneficial healing powers of said frog.

Watched a titch of TV and I'll be reading my flist. And that's about it for me. I know that tomorrow has to be a better day. I have fic to write, laundry to wash, garbage to throw out. Nag, nag, nag. Yes, I'm even nagging myself. Hope everyone is well.

Wishy-washy hugs,
H.

A little of this, a little of that

Not a day for any earth-shattering changes. Mind you, I wasn't in a good mood when an ex phoned me as he'd woken me up, so I just ignored the ringing of the phone. Nope, buddy, waking me up does not put me in a good mood.

I think my SADS is kicking in because of reduced light levels, also the cooler temperatures. Also, feeling claustrophobic from the still-to-be-unpacked boxes. So, I hibernated. I know: if I'm doing this now, what will I do on February 5th? Um, double hibernate?

Good things were writing more than 1,000 words on the second episode of McShep ... and I haven't even gotten to the kissing yet. But I've hit an emotional bump (no, not mine; theirs). Even though I'm writing about sex, it's the farthest thing from PWP I could be doing. It has to make sense to me. Another good thing was getting a supportive phone call from M who commiserated with me about today's oochies and ouchies. M's non-traditional prescription was to take a frog (Nurse Friggie to the rescue!) to bed. But, alas, I napped without the beneficial healing powers of said frog.

Watched a titch of TV and I'll be reading my flist. And that's about it for me. I know that tomorrow has to be a better day. I have fic to write, laundry to wash, garbage to throw out. Nag, nag, nag. Yes, I'm even nagging myself. Hope everyone is well.

Wishy-washy hugs,
H.