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Sep. 10th, 2016 01:12 pmI wrote about 650 words of the pinch hit last night after Scott went to bed. I need to find a transition there so that some time can pass and so that I’m not dumping a huge amount of stuff on the POV character all at once. At the same time, I don’t want this story to get really, really long. It could. It absolutely could.
Scott’s work turned out not to need him to come in early this morning, but they didn’t call to tell him that, so he got up at 2:00 and called them.
I slept badly for the first half of the night. I think the solid sleep I got was between about 8:00 and 10:30, after Scott got up. I don’t like the fan as a way of keeping cool because it blows my hair over my face just enough that I keep feeling the need to scratch. The troublesome strands are too short to tuck back or to be held by a braid, so all I’ve been able to come up with is the sheet over my head. But that means the sheet over the rest of my body, too, which means I’m too warm. Maybe I need a spare pillowcase or something that I can just put over my head? But a pillowcase would be two layers and so less breathable and a lot hotter.
Of course, Scott considers the current fan setting 'arctic.'
Cordelia says that none of the dedicated eighth grade classrooms have bells. In one of the rooms, it’s just barely possible to hear the bell ring in the room next door. In the other room, they don’t even have that. The small size of the current eighth grade class and the number of elective options offered means that most of the electives have less than fifteen students. Cordelia says her Chinese teacher was ecstatic.
I’m trying to figure out if I can manage volunteering at the school at all this year. It would be good for me, but it would be physically and psychologically exhausting, and I’m not sure I’ve got that in me. The main reason I could for so long was because I never let myself get to the point where it wasn’t routine. I also made sure that I didn’t schedule anything else for those days because going out is hard. I think, too, that I never bonded with the current librarian the way I did with either of the previous two.
My laptop has crashed three times in the last week. The first and second time, I put it down to the latest system update (and that’s still likely for the first crash), but the third crash happened at the same point in the same song being played by iTunes that the second did, so I have deleted that song because it seems likely that there’s a big problem with the file. It was a duplicate anyway, more or less. It’s a 1980s pop song that I had from two different best of anthology albums. The other copy plays fine, so I’ll just keep that one.
I managed my first short bit of chores earlier. I brought up the clean laundry from yesterday, and I shelved about ten books while I was down there. I was feeling accomplished until I found another thirty or so books that need shelving and that I hadn’t seen before. So I feel like I lost ground even though I didn’t really. Ten books shelved is ten books shelved. The next step, after I rest a bit, is sorting the laundry. Then I probably rest again. Then Scott will be home with groceries that will need putting away.
Naproxen helps the knee injury, whatever it may be, just a little bit. It gives me a few steps pain free every time I get up from sitting for a while, and things aren’t quite as tender to the touch while it’s working. I still can’t see a bruise.
Scott’s work turned out not to need him to come in early this morning, but they didn’t call to tell him that, so he got up at 2:00 and called them.
I slept badly for the first half of the night. I think the solid sleep I got was between about 8:00 and 10:30, after Scott got up. I don’t like the fan as a way of keeping cool because it blows my hair over my face just enough that I keep feeling the need to scratch. The troublesome strands are too short to tuck back or to be held by a braid, so all I’ve been able to come up with is the sheet over my head. But that means the sheet over the rest of my body, too, which means I’m too warm. Maybe I need a spare pillowcase or something that I can just put over my head? But a pillowcase would be two layers and so less breathable and a lot hotter.
Of course, Scott considers the current fan setting 'arctic.'
Cordelia says that none of the dedicated eighth grade classrooms have bells. In one of the rooms, it’s just barely possible to hear the bell ring in the room next door. In the other room, they don’t even have that. The small size of the current eighth grade class and the number of elective options offered means that most of the electives have less than fifteen students. Cordelia says her Chinese teacher was ecstatic.
I’m trying to figure out if I can manage volunteering at the school at all this year. It would be good for me, but it would be physically and psychologically exhausting, and I’m not sure I’ve got that in me. The main reason I could for so long was because I never let myself get to the point where it wasn’t routine. I also made sure that I didn’t schedule anything else for those days because going out is hard. I think, too, that I never bonded with the current librarian the way I did with either of the previous two.
My laptop has crashed three times in the last week. The first and second time, I put it down to the latest system update (and that’s still likely for the first crash), but the third crash happened at the same point in the same song being played by iTunes that the second did, so I have deleted that song because it seems likely that there’s a big problem with the file. It was a duplicate anyway, more or less. It’s a 1980s pop song that I had from two different best of anthology albums. The other copy plays fine, so I’ll just keep that one.
I managed my first short bit of chores earlier. I brought up the clean laundry from yesterday, and I shelved about ten books while I was down there. I was feeling accomplished until I found another thirty or so books that need shelving and that I hadn’t seen before. So I feel like I lost ground even though I didn’t really. Ten books shelved is ten books shelved. The next step, after I rest a bit, is sorting the laundry. Then I probably rest again. Then Scott will be home with groceries that will need putting away.
Naproxen helps the knee injury, whatever it may be, just a little bit. It gives me a few steps pain free every time I get up from sitting for a while, and things aren’t quite as tender to the touch while it’s working. I still can’t see a bruise.
