Been having a lot of fun with the podcast. Worked on three projects for Unreliable Narrators last night, which will reveal themselves in time.
Last week, work was a horrific nightmare of doom. We were busy, so I kept sneaking to a special curriculum bunker to work on projects that desperately needed completing before the beginning of the semester. You know, things like syllabi, student learning outcomes written in the style the college has decided is now in vogue, the writing course sequence (two years in the making!) and some new tough love grading standards. All my creative writing energy was being funneled into academic writing, and I had some serious aches and pains going on in the back, wrists and so forth.
The worst of it, though, was that I stressed, big time. I lost weight, but I drank coffee and soda and wine and just pretended that not relaxing was okay. Did I think I’d gotten away with it? Until Sunday, yes, when I had the mother of all reflux-lanches. It’s been a long time since I was down with the heartburn like that. I went off the diet to have chicken noodle soup in a bread bowl and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s, and you know, bread especially can usually stop heartburn ded. So. Behold! The stupid one!!!! Behold her stupidity!
That said, yesterday wasn’t too bad. That said, today has been challenging. Anywhoo, back to taking my lunch break, relaxing, paying attention to my body, all that jazz. I’d like to say I won’t make these mistakes again, but I am stupid, as I noted above.
Ironically, I have my six-month reflux check in tomorrow, and I will have to admit my stupidity to a real, live doctor.
Writing-wise, I have an ending on a piece to rewrite and resubmit, which is something I am hoping to do tomorrow. Tonight is change the oil, air filter, and tires on the new(er) car night, so it’ll be pretty much mall walking and doing a little shopping this evening.
I suppose I should talk a little bit about binge watching Once Upon a Time. Yes, not super quality television, but not Salem either. 🙂 The spouse and I are really enjoying the Mr. Gold plot lines. Good on you, Robert Carlyle! You’re keeping me watching the show, is all I got to say about that.
So, more on that. I really don’t know if the writers are planning it this way, but I’ve been thinking a lot about the limitations of the characters, and that’s probably worth an essay. Later. Next time. I might like to say something about David Bowie, although that might be rendered pointless and redundant by the rest of the world.
So, for the rest of the week: work, gastroenterologist, facial cancelled by last week’s snowstorm, assessment day and a Madrigal dinner. Also a podcast recording and a little writing.
Yup. The glamorous life.