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Aug. 6th, 2016 12:43 pmThe PTO Thrift Shop isn’t taking book donations right now, so we had to take those to the library instead. The PTO Thrift Shop did take the two bins of toys, though, and we had been planning to go to the library next anyway.
I think Scott was more than a little stressed because he forgot that he couldn’t turn right onto 5th Avenue, the street in front of the library. We’ve lived in Ann Arbor for twenty three years, and we’ve been going to the library every week for years and years.
I’m not sure why all of the authors whose stuff I can reliably read put out books at the exact same time each year. I’d much rather have them staggered throughout the year. I’ve got two such books in hand right now with holds on a third and fourth. There’s another that the library hasn’t bought yet that I may actually get myself because it’s a paperback. I’ve also got one from an author who sometimes I can read and sometimes I can’t. I like her stuff when it works for me, but I can’t generally predict, based on the blurb, whether or not a particular book will. Once I’ve read all of those, I’ll likely have to wait a fairly long time for the next books (except for ones by the one whose paperback I might buy. She puts out three books a year under three different names).
I did less writing yesterday than I thought I would. I just had trouble getting myself to start. Once I did, I wrote about 1500 words. It’s all horribly self-indulgent and probably not something I’m going to share. I don’t actually know anyone who likes both the fandom and the type of thing I’m writing.
I woke up about 4:30 this morning again and had an awful time getting back to sleep. I was too warm, even with the sheet off and the ceiling fan going. I actually thought about just getting up, but I was afraid I’d wake Scott in the process. I’m not sure exactly when I fell back asleep, but I dreamed about adopting a newborn baby. That sort of thing used to reliably predict when I was ovulating, so maybe I am. I didn’t have those dreams so much while I had the Mirena IUD, only once every year or two, I think.
I kind of want to go back to bed now, and I’m not sure there’s a reason I shouldn’t. I could read. I could write. But the only thing that absolutely has to be done is making a grocery list, and that probably won’t take long.
We were talking about going out for lunch (which would be a reason not to nap), but Scott’s sister wants to go out for dinner tonight, and we’re not going to eat two meals out today. Scott and I haven’t said yes yet, but we’re likely to. We’re not enthusiastic, but we also have nothing against the idea. Seeing Scott’s sister and our niece would be pleasant.
I think Scott was more than a little stressed because he forgot that he couldn’t turn right onto 5th Avenue, the street in front of the library. We’ve lived in Ann Arbor for twenty three years, and we’ve been going to the library every week for years and years.
I’m not sure why all of the authors whose stuff I can reliably read put out books at the exact same time each year. I’d much rather have them staggered throughout the year. I’ve got two such books in hand right now with holds on a third and fourth. There’s another that the library hasn’t bought yet that I may actually get myself because it’s a paperback. I’ve also got one from an author who sometimes I can read and sometimes I can’t. I like her stuff when it works for me, but I can’t generally predict, based on the blurb, whether or not a particular book will. Once I’ve read all of those, I’ll likely have to wait a fairly long time for the next books (except for ones by the one whose paperback I might buy. She puts out three books a year under three different names).
I did less writing yesterday than I thought I would. I just had trouble getting myself to start. Once I did, I wrote about 1500 words. It’s all horribly self-indulgent and probably not something I’m going to share. I don’t actually know anyone who likes both the fandom and the type of thing I’m writing.
I woke up about 4:30 this morning again and had an awful time getting back to sleep. I was too warm, even with the sheet off and the ceiling fan going. I actually thought about just getting up, but I was afraid I’d wake Scott in the process. I’m not sure exactly when I fell back asleep, but I dreamed about adopting a newborn baby. That sort of thing used to reliably predict when I was ovulating, so maybe I am. I didn’t have those dreams so much while I had the Mirena IUD, only once every year or two, I think.
I kind of want to go back to bed now, and I’m not sure there’s a reason I shouldn’t. I could read. I could write. But the only thing that absolutely has to be done is making a grocery list, and that probably won’t take long.
We were talking about going out for lunch (which would be a reason not to nap), but Scott’s sister wants to go out for dinner tonight, and we’re not going to eat two meals out today. Scott and I haven’t said yes yet, but we’re likely to. We’re not enthusiastic, but we also have nothing against the idea. Seeing Scott’s sister and our niece would be pleasant.
