Today work was workarious, a new blended word meaning working and precarious. Like that. I won’t go into details, but I was in high gear as coordinator today, escorting students to the Dean of Students, fielding phone calls, and nonchalantly not getting projects done that are due by Friday. Oh yeah. This used to make my chest tighten before the new meds.
Overwhelmed I am, by the nice people in my lives who are helping me out with David’s assignment. I thank you all. Deeply.
Yes, I *have* received my first advance, thank you very much.
The edits for Hulk Hercules really look pretty doable. Most of it is taking what I already have, and either making it more of same, or playing with clarity. As soon as I have completed my prep for CCID and Marscon, both of which should be done by the end of the weekend, I’m on it, so Sonya can move onto the magical things she does on her end.
I watched the Dead Like Me movie. Fans, you’ll want to see it, but it’s not the series. Fake Daisy doesn’t work. Some of the writing is flimsy. It’s worth it to see George and Reggie finally meet up, to enjoy sane Joy, and to miss Rube. I wouldn’t call it good, but it has its fine moments.
Still, the burning question of what to read at Marscon? I’m down to a section of Mark Twain’s Daughter or a piece of The Empty Horizon.
Grappling, then, with the big issues,