Book Logging

( Cleopatra in Space 4: The Golden Lion )

( Faith 1: Hollywood and Vine )

( Kaur, Rupi. Milk and Honey )

( Mighty Jack and the Goblin King )

( Nameless City 2: The Stone Heart )

( Paper Girls 3 )

( Pashmina )

( Spence, Annie. Dear Fahrenheit 451: Love and Heartbreak in the Stacks )

( Sunstone 1 )

( The Wallflower 19-20 )

( Wells, Martha. Stories of the Raksura, v.1: The Falling World + The Tale of Indigo and Cloud )

Started but not finished:
( Anya's Ghost )

( Christie, Agatha. Parker Pyne Investigates )

( Daniels, April. Dreadnought )

( Elliott, Kate. Court of Fives )

( Elseworlds: Batman )

( Larson, Erik. The Devil in the White City )

( O'Rourke, Meghan. Sun in Days )

( Pierce, Tamora. Tortall: A Spy's Guide )

( Spill Zone )

( The Wisdom of Malcolm X )

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My sleep last night was not great. I stayed up later than I should due to Scott being in the middle of some things and due to a friend coming online about ten minutes before I should have turned out the light. I got about five hours of sleep and then woke and couldn't fall back asleep. I felt like I was nearly there by the time the alarm went, but of course, that's when I must get up.

I didn't take Sudafed yesterday during the day and didn't end up with a headache. I did take it at night because not taking it led to massive drainage and an almost rasp that felt like I was inching toward asthma. I knew I wouldn't sleep at all.

The tree decorating took about 40 minutes. The girls are much more efficient at 14 than they were at 7. I only hung a few ornaments and let them do the rest. There are some things we never put on the tree anymore because they're ugly or falling apart. Some of them have sentimental value, but the light blue plasticky ones that we got from Scott's parents are just ugly. We have them because they look like breakable bulbs but will bounce when dropped. We could use them when Cordelia was just barely old enough to get the idea of putting things on the tree.

There wasn't room for me to sit in the living room with Scott and the girls after the tree decorating, not without crowding the girls, so I spent the rest of the afternoon in the bedroom with my laptop. After Cordelia's friend went home, Scott and Cordelia watched Stranger Things which is not something I'm comfortable with, so I stayed in the bedroom. Cordelia felt bad about me 'running away,' not bad enough to watch something else, just bad enough to put into words.

Scott and I talked a little last night about the ways that each of us need support that we're not providing for each other. It's not that we haven't told each other so much as that what each of us needs makes no sense to the other. I don't understand not remembering a schedule or, at least, checking it obsessively if one doesn't remember. He doesn't understand being hungry but too sick or tired to deal with getting food, particularly not the part where it happens pretty much every night and still has no solution coming from me, the person whose problem it is.

I don't understand how he can futz around relaxing when there are things to be done that he has to do before bedtime or not go to bed. He doesn't understand how it can be unpredictable how much energy I'll have on a given day.

Both of us are overwhelmed and exhausted. Things at work are still busier for him than they ought to be for this time of year, and I still haven't found a way to stay functional for a full school week on the new schedule.

I need to do two insurance claims today. I need to email two of my doctors. I need to go downtown to the library and the bank. I wonder if I could actually sleep before I go... It seems unlikely, but maybe?

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To distract myself from making, undoing, and redoing trivial edits on my Sky High fics that are awaiting beta comments, I'm trying to look at some almost completed Chronicles of Amber fics and wondering if anyone's around to brainstorm either here in the comments or elsewhere. I mainly need someone to tell me that the ideas aren't utterly ridiculous

All three stories connect to the story I wrote for Yuletide last year, The Wisdom That You Brought, which is 7300 words of snapshots from Vialle's POV up through the middle of the Corwin books. All three are stuck with tires spinning in a rut of ice. The more I try to make them move, the less traction I have, but I've got between 2500 and 5000 words on each, so I'd like to finish them.

Spoilers for the canon under the cut.

( Does anyone still care about avoiding spoilers for these books? )