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I left a voice mail for my sister last night, apologizing for missing her birthday and wishing her well. I managed to get my father on the phone, so that’s taken care of.

My father says he’s coming to Michigan at the end of this month. That means that his visit and my mother’s will overlap. Ideally, neither will ever know that the other one is in the state. I just worry that they’ll both want to visit us the same day.

Apparently there are about half a dozen different colonoscopy protocols. Scott’s is completely different from mine, and both are different from what I’ve heard from my sister and other people. I’m surprised that we have such different protocols given that we’re getting it done within the same system. The regimen I have to do is a lot stricter than the one Scott’s been given. I don’t know if it’s that we have different doctors doing the procedure or if my gastroenterologist wants to be extra sure that she’s seeing everything there is to see when she does mine.

Scott knocked a picture off the wall last night by misjudging where the wall was relative to the stuff he was carrying. The glass over the print shattered but, fortunately, mostly stayed inside the frame (which fell glass side up). Cordelia was worried that it wouldn’t be safe for her to walk to the bathroom, but Scott and I showed her that it was. I don’t think Scott will consider putting that print back to be high priority, but I would like to get new glass and put the picture back up. It’s an old(ish) Swedish print that I found at Goodwill when I was in high school. I think it’s pretty.

Oddly, I only got three emails over night. Usually, it’s more like a dozen (and most of those are political crap). I keep poking at my email and expecting something more to appear.

My goals for today include loading and running the dishwasher, putting away laundry, and reading one of the library books I can’t renew (seriously, three of the four are quite short. None of those would take me more than an hour to finish, so why can’t I start?). I’m pretty sure I’m going to nap at some point, too. I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep last night, and it was past 1:00 the last time I looked at the clock. Getting up at 6:30 after that was pretty hard. I don’t want to end up where I was Friday and Saturday again.

Scott suggested an approach for a character I was having trouble with in the fic I’ve been working on. The story is very AU (divergent), and I was having trouble squaring the canonical character with the changed world. I think I’ve got it now. I suppose I won’t be sure until the character starts talking and doing things on screen.

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Half of the laundry has been put away. I still have to bring the towels up from the dryer and fold them and shove them in the cupboard. The dishwasher is running. Not all of the dirty dishes fit, but I got as many in as I could.

Scott and I are having ceiling fan wars. He maintains that it is horribly cold in here, and I maintain that it is horribly hot. The fans help a little bit for me, but they make things unbearable for him. I have no idea how to compromise on this one if we want to be in the same room. Scott wants to to do a bunch of things outside today— mowing the lawn and cleaning the car are definite. I can’t remember the rest of the list. Maybe that will mean I can have the damned ceiling fans on.

For now, I need to find something reasonable for breakfast. All I’ve had so far is some pita chips, and that’s not sustainable. I’m just both afraid of eating the wrong thing and setting off the IBS again and tired enough that almost everything feels too difficult to manage. I really, really wish I could eat eggs.

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The towels are folded and put away. I emptied the dishwasher and put in the dishes that didn’t make it into the previous load. I stripped the sheets off the bed. Then Scott put on the fitted sheet, and we both dealt with pillowcases and flat sheets and blankets and all. I feel pretty wiped out now, so I don’t think the dirty sheets are getting washed until tomorrow.

My goal for the afternoon is to respond to some comments and emails that I’ve been sitting on for days or weeks. The main problem is that I look at them and just go mentally blank. There are also a few that really deserve long answers, but I’m not convinced that I can make those answers coherent. I would really like my brain to come back from wherever it’s gone.

Scott’s goal for the afternoon… Well, he’s got things to do that need to be done by 5:00 and other things that need to be done by dark. I ought to have him check Plum Market for Cordelia’s deodorant (Tom’s of Maine. They probably have it. I doubt anybody else on this side of town does) and pick up some more unscented laundry detergent. I’m not sure we have enough detergent for more than one more load (which means I probably shouldn’t wash the sheets until after we get more. I’m going to want to wash clothing in the next couple of days). But he was out at Kroger earlier, so he’s going to be cranky that I didn’t have him deal with it then.

Right at the moment, Scott’s doing work in the yard and garage. He’s waiting for a call back about a software update recall for the car. We’re hoping that he can deal with it today and that it won’t take very long to do.

A question about filters

Years ago, I used to use a filter for posts related to writing. I stopped because I didn’t feel like I had anything worth saying (I was often working on anonymous exchange stories that I couldn’t talk about) and because, as far as I could tell, nobody was actually interested. I’m thinking about talking more about my writing, possibly even going into details about aspects of particular stories that I’m struggling with or think are working well. Right now, when I go into details about my writing (anything more than a paragraph), I cut tag it.

Would people rather I filtered? If I start using such a filter again, would anyone be interested in reading it? I find talking about what I’m working on useful, but it’s generally more useful as dialog instead of monolog. I tend toward darkfic, so I would probably still use cuts, warn for content, and specify fandom.

Right now, I’ve got seven people on my writing filter on LJ, and two or three of those are people who haven’t posted to LJ in more than two years. A couple of the others are folks who I don’t think actually read my posts any more. I’ve got five people on the filter on DW.

I was going to make a poll about this, but I can only do that on DW, and I want input from folks on LJ, too, particularly the new people who’ve started reading me recently. So, if I do start posting more about the writing I’m currently doing, should I use an access filter or should I post publicly and cut tag things? I don’t feel any urgency to keep what I’m doing secret. I mainly don’t want to bore people or make them uncomfortable.