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May. 29th, 2015 10:28 amI haven't gotten through all of my remixee's stories yet, but I've read quite a few. I'm considering the possibilities of the ones I've looked at so far. None of them are perfect fits, but I don't expect a perfect fit. I am very tempted by the one dark story I've found out of the whole lot as it might play to my strengths, but it's very, very dark, and I'm not sure I want to go there. A number of the stories are quite short so that I'd have to do a lot of work to get to a 1000 word story. I could do it. I've done that before.
Scott worked late last night and expects to work late again tonight. He won't know about the weekend until after 3:00 this afternoon. He says things are likely to be bad again for a while in terms of overtime (they haven't stopped being bad as far as I can tell) because the first of the new hires for second shift has already quit. He couldn't handle the heat. Scott was kind of astonished by that as the guy was working in the coldest section of the plant, the one bit that's actually air conditioned.
Cordelia's friend and her brother didn't go to cross country yesterday, so I expected that Cordelia wouldn't, but she did after all. It seems a very unlikely thing, but there it is. She got home about 4:00. There was a Girl Scout thing from 4:30-6:30 that I'd said we couldn't go to because I was expecting the two extra kids and because I wasn't sure how we (or more likely just she) would get there. Cordelia was fairly peeved with me over that, but how was I to know? Getting her there wasn't something I could arrange in the short time we had.
Scott suggested that we watch a DVD last night, but neither of us actually moved to get up and find the remotes or to turn things on without them. (Our cleaning lady comes on Thursdays, and she always moves the remotes to where she thinks they belong which is out of reach from where Scott and I sit.)
Scott thought there must be something planned for this weekend for me to be hoping so hard that he gets both days off, but there isn't. I just like having him at home. I also think he wears himself out during the week so that a one day weekend isn't enough to get him back on track.
My left ankle (not the one I actually injured) is hurting a lot when I walk and feels kind of wobbly. It's actually giving me more trouble than my injured right ankle. I'm not sure if I should try to see my doctor about it or not. I suspect that a good brace, like the one I wear on my right ankle, would help a lot, and I don't think I can walk into a drug store and find one on the shelf. But I haven't actually injured it so far as I can recall. I think that this started while I was wearing the boot and walking around kind of unbalanced, but I haven't worn the boot very much at all in the last two weeks.
Scott worked late last night and expects to work late again tonight. He won't know about the weekend until after 3:00 this afternoon. He says things are likely to be bad again for a while in terms of overtime (they haven't stopped being bad as far as I can tell) because the first of the new hires for second shift has already quit. He couldn't handle the heat. Scott was kind of astonished by that as the guy was working in the coldest section of the plant, the one bit that's actually air conditioned.
Cordelia's friend and her brother didn't go to cross country yesterday, so I expected that Cordelia wouldn't, but she did after all. It seems a very unlikely thing, but there it is. She got home about 4:00. There was a Girl Scout thing from 4:30-6:30 that I'd said we couldn't go to because I was expecting the two extra kids and because I wasn't sure how we (or more likely just she) would get there. Cordelia was fairly peeved with me over that, but how was I to know? Getting her there wasn't something I could arrange in the short time we had.
Scott suggested that we watch a DVD last night, but neither of us actually moved to get up and find the remotes or to turn things on without them. (Our cleaning lady comes on Thursdays, and she always moves the remotes to where she thinks they belong which is out of reach from where Scott and I sit.)
Scott thought there must be something planned for this weekend for me to be hoping so hard that he gets both days off, but there isn't. I just like having him at home. I also think he wears himself out during the week so that a one day weekend isn't enough to get him back on track.
My left ankle (not the one I actually injured) is hurting a lot when I walk and feels kind of wobbly. It's actually giving me more trouble than my injured right ankle. I'm not sure if I should try to see my doctor about it or not. I suspect that a good brace, like the one I wear on my right ankle, would help a lot, and I don't think I can walk into a drug store and find one on the shelf. But I haven't actually injured it so far as I can recall. I think that this started while I was wearing the boot and walking around kind of unbalanced, but I haven't worn the boot very much at all in the last two weeks.
