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Dec. 30th, 2017 02:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckMy current year to date word count for fiction is 192963. I'm looking at that and wondering if I can write another 7K words in the next 34 hours. It's possible that I could, but... Do I want to put that much effort into it? My monthly word count for December is already higher than that of any other month this year-- July had 26171 and December has 27275.
I went up to Scott's parents' place yesterday with Scott and Cordelia. We pretty much just sat around together with the extended family. There was dinner time drama because Scott's parents decided to serve ham even though Scott can't eat it, I can't eat it, and one of our nieces won't (she doesn't eat mammalian meat by choice). Scott's brother and his wife can/will eat it but don't like it much. Their six year old daughter is unpredictable about it.
I ended up eating an hour before everyone did because of medication scheduling issues. We took some cooked chicken up with us so that I'd have that available when I needed to eat. Scott's mother cooked four stalks of asparagus for me and gave me a baked potato.
As it happened, it was just as well that I ate early because there weren't enough plates for all of us. My plate got washed and reused by someone else. I sat on a loveseat while everyone else was at one of the two tables. I could have sat at a table, but I chose not to because the available space wasn't at the table where Scott and Cordelia were. The loveseat was right next to that table.
We got home very late.
Scott and Cordelia have gone back up to Scott's parents' place. The visiting relatives will be flying out this evening, so this is the last chance. I was just too tired to manage another excursion. I had to take Ativan yesterday.
At this point, I'm about 95% certain that the Flonase was the problem in terms of my asthma acting up. I'm also suspecting that it may have been interfering with my sleep because I've been sleeping a hell of a lot better since stopping it. I suppose I'll see how that goes once school starts again. That will be the real test.
I started yet another fic yesterday. (I feel like I ought to have an abbreviation for that-- YAF? Nobody would know what I meant. Including me.) I know more or less where this one needs to go, but I'm not sure about the mechanism for that to happen or how big it should be. I also could make it semi-tragic in various ways, but I'm not sure I like any of them or like the option of not having a price for the solution.
I went up to Scott's parents' place yesterday with Scott and Cordelia. We pretty much just sat around together with the extended family. There was dinner time drama because Scott's parents decided to serve ham even though Scott can't eat it, I can't eat it, and one of our nieces won't (she doesn't eat mammalian meat by choice). Scott's brother and his wife can/will eat it but don't like it much. Their six year old daughter is unpredictable about it.
I ended up eating an hour before everyone did because of medication scheduling issues. We took some cooked chicken up with us so that I'd have that available when I needed to eat. Scott's mother cooked four stalks of asparagus for me and gave me a baked potato.
As it happened, it was just as well that I ate early because there weren't enough plates for all of us. My plate got washed and reused by someone else. I sat on a loveseat while everyone else was at one of the two tables. I could have sat at a table, but I chose not to because the available space wasn't at the table where Scott and Cordelia were. The loveseat was right next to that table.
We got home very late.
Scott and Cordelia have gone back up to Scott's parents' place. The visiting relatives will be flying out this evening, so this is the last chance. I was just too tired to manage another excursion. I had to take Ativan yesterday.
At this point, I'm about 95% certain that the Flonase was the problem in terms of my asthma acting up. I'm also suspecting that it may have been interfering with my sleep because I've been sleeping a hell of a lot better since stopping it. I suppose I'll see how that goes once school starts again. That will be the real test.
I started yet another fic yesterday. (I feel like I ought to have an abbreviation for that-- YAF? Nobody would know what I meant. Including me.) I know more or less where this one needs to go, but I'm not sure about the mechanism for that to happen or how big it should be. I also could make it semi-tragic in various ways, but I'm not sure I like any of them or like the option of not having a price for the solution.
