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Apr. 19th, 2015 09:43 amI didn't do much yesterday. Mostly, I poked around AO3 and read mediocre fic. I spent a couple of hours working on links for ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
metanews, but I stopped when I hit the two big lumps of saved off links-- More Hugo Awards stuff and a bunch of Tumblr posts about a Sherlock con called 221B Con where there was recently some nastiness that has spilled over into Tumblr in a fairly big way. I haven't dug very far into the 221B Con stuff and probably won't, but I have enough links to give people an introduction of sorts. It's just that, yesterday, I couldn't face tackling either group of links. I also haven't yet touched the blog feed, and that's going to be time consuming.
I'm debating whether to risk another shower today or whether to take a bath instead. A shower has the advantage of getting me cleaner, but it might make my ankle hurt worse tomorrow. A bath will probably be a lot easier on my ankle, and Scott is home in case I need help. I just don't really like baths unless, for some reason, I need to soak in hot water for a while. It's warm enough right now that I don't feel any urge to do that.
Scott suddenly realized, about 7:00 last night, that he hadn't yet cooked dinner and that he didn't have everything he needed to make the turkey burgers he'd promised Cordelia. Instead, he cooked chicken. Cordelia wasn't particularly pleased, but she ate it. We'll have turkey burgers tonight, most likely.
Sunday mornings are difficult-- I'm generally out of ripe bananas (Scott buys some on Saturday, but they're usually not quite ready to eat on Sunday. Also, he only gets five or six at a time, and that only works out if I eat something else on Sunday) and so don't have anything easy for breakfast. Scott makes pancakes or waffles eventually, but those usually aren't done by the time I'm supposed to eat (half an hour after my morning medications). This morning, I couldn't find anything portable except a bowl of goldfish crackers. That's far from ideal, but I suppose it will hold me until there are waffles.
There's someone in Yuletide chat who, back in February, offered to take a look at one of my WIP. I put in on Google docs and gave them permission to edit. Then they vanished from chat for two months and didn't reply to the one email query I sent. They've returned to chat just this week but haven't said anything to me. I'm trying to decide if I should query or not. I mean, they're by no means obligated to look at my stuff or to talk to me about it. I'm quite clear on that. I just wonder if they even remember. I doubt it was as important to them as to me (I think a lot more about my writing than anybody else does or should), and something kept them away from chat for two months. I suspect whatever it was was important to them.
metanews, but I stopped when I hit the two big lumps of saved off links-- More Hugo Awards stuff and a bunch of Tumblr posts about a Sherlock con called 221B Con where there was recently some nastiness that has spilled over into Tumblr in a fairly big way. I haven't dug very far into the 221B Con stuff and probably won't, but I have enough links to give people an introduction of sorts. It's just that, yesterday, I couldn't face tackling either group of links. I also haven't yet touched the blog feed, and that's going to be time consuming.I'm debating whether to risk another shower today or whether to take a bath instead. A shower has the advantage of getting me cleaner, but it might make my ankle hurt worse tomorrow. A bath will probably be a lot easier on my ankle, and Scott is home in case I need help. I just don't really like baths unless, for some reason, I need to soak in hot water for a while. It's warm enough right now that I don't feel any urge to do that.
Scott suddenly realized, about 7:00 last night, that he hadn't yet cooked dinner and that he didn't have everything he needed to make the turkey burgers he'd promised Cordelia. Instead, he cooked chicken. Cordelia wasn't particularly pleased, but she ate it. We'll have turkey burgers tonight, most likely.
Sunday mornings are difficult-- I'm generally out of ripe bananas (Scott buys some on Saturday, but they're usually not quite ready to eat on Sunday. Also, he only gets five or six at a time, and that only works out if I eat something else on Sunday) and so don't have anything easy for breakfast. Scott makes pancakes or waffles eventually, but those usually aren't done by the time I'm supposed to eat (half an hour after my morning medications). This morning, I couldn't find anything portable except a bowl of goldfish crackers. That's far from ideal, but I suppose it will hold me until there are waffles.
There's someone in Yuletide chat who, back in February, offered to take a look at one of my WIP. I put in on Google docs and gave them permission to edit. Then they vanished from chat for two months and didn't reply to the one email query I sent. They've returned to chat just this week but haven't said anything to me. I'm trying to decide if I should query or not. I mean, they're by no means obligated to look at my stuff or to talk to me about it. I'm quite clear on that. I just wonder if they even remember. I doubt it was as important to them as to me (I think a lot more about my writing than anybody else does or should), and something kept them away from chat for two months. I suspect whatever it was was important to them.
