Oops ... and sepia and blonde do not mix well.

First, there were many ouches to my day. Physically, I woke up early, feeling as if I were lying on a slab of unyielding granite instead of a bed. Somehow, don't ask me how, I managed to fall asleep again and woke up to the alarm at 9.

So ... the fallout from my executive decision yesterday and explaining it to church-John resulted in several e-mails. He's not a happy camper especially as I didn't talk to him beforehand. So it took me all day to think of a response in which I said I was sorry, though did stress that talking with him would not have reduced my anxiety (because logic will never vanquish stubbornness). Anyway, still hoping to reknit unravelling ends somehow.

In more positive news, I received a PM from the photographer. Despite my blindness, the odd thing is that we both chose the same picture. But I didn't know it was the same because she cropped it, then added sepia. Uh, sepia and blonde do not mix. My hair doesn't look as light and my smile wasn't as sunny. Oh, well. I guess I can't complain too much especially as she does these for free from the goodness of her heart.

Continued slogging through the Atwood. Woo-hoo, reached Ch. 22 (out of 50+). Now I'm just tired of reading. And tired of watching TV. After the news and my game shows, I went back to bed because of all the pain wracking parts of my body. Only finished watching tonight's Bull (loved all the intricate details). Will watch my other shows tomorrow.

... and just a wee bit of sunshine to cheer me up!

I was pleased to note that someone had commented on an old story of mine on AO3. That's so rare nowadays, as people normally just click on Kudos. Even more surprising was the fact that my admirer was male (in a sea of fangirls). Then he did click the kudos button on another fic I'm particularly fond of.

Which, naturally, leads me to thoughts of writing, I can't have run out of ideas already in this vast universe. Perhaps I'll return to the idea of following the alphabet for title prompts.... Or something.

So, even if I don't jump in immediately, I've declared my intent to dip my toe back in. ::crosses fingers and hopes for inspiring dreams::