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Dec. 19th, 2017 02:07 pmI gave my morning, after Cordelia left, to a beta read for Yuletide. This is the fifth I've done, I think. It's been at least that many. I don't generally beta, so this is new to me. I also made Chex mix for Scott and was hoping to make chocolate chip bars. It's trash day, though, and Cordelia has an appointment downtown at 4 p.m., so I decided that I probably shouldn't try to do the cookies today.
Cordelia has another appointment tomorrow afternoon, and then Thursday will be eaten by her choir concert. She won't be able to come home at all on Thursday, not until after the concert, so we're trying to figure out how to get everything she's going to need out there at the times she'll need it. Right now, she's expecting me to take the bus out to bring her the bake sale stuff and her dinner. I really, really don't want to because the bus that goes to Skyline also serves a big commuter lot. At any reasonable time for me to go, the bus will be packed, and I think it would really and truly wreck me to go out there earlier in the day and just stay (or go home again and still have to go back out for the concert).
Scott's parents plan to come to the concert. My mother and step-father are in Michigan now and say they'll be coming, but I don't entirely believe them. Cordelia has flat out said that she'll expect them if she sees them. They flake. Often enough that it's very hard to avoid noticing (though they don't ever admit to it). In this case, it's two plus hours each way, with the trip home completely in the dark, and they're no longer used to driving in Michigan winter weather. The most recent weather prediction I heard for that afternoon/evening was mixed snow and rain. They won't stay with us because my step-father isn't willing to, so I'm hoping they'll spend the night with some other local friend or get a hotel room.
At least Scott didn't end up having to go in early this morning. Of course, they called to tell him right after I fell asleep last night. The phone's on my side of the bed, so there's no hope of me sleeping through it, and turning it off really wouldn't have been a great option when we were hoping for the call. I had considered staying up in case they called, but if they hadn't, I'd have lost an hour of sleep to no purpose.
I'm working on what I hope will be the last story in that Sky High series I've been writing. I feel like I ought to be tagging for 'yes honest they really are villains'. Because they are. Even Will, really, and he knows it. He wouldn't so explicitly link himself to Tom Lehrer's version of Werner von Braun if he didn't know it was true. I don't know. The whole series kind of feels to me a little like that fairy tale with the long line of people stuck to the golden goose with Layla's unyielding principles and ideas about necessity as the goose. None of them can let go.
The virus screening software I use, Avast, tried to convince me a couple of days ago that I should buy a related product to identify and clear 'junk files' off my laptop. The ad offered me a list of files that I would obviously want to get rid of-- A list that included every .epub file on my laptop. Because, obviously, nobody wants to keep ebooks. Sure, some of them are things that I may open, read a paragraph, and then delete, but... Pre-emptive deletion would be ridiculous unless I were desperate for space.
I've taken an Ativan and rather suspect that I will every day this week. Maybe I can get Scott to take Cordelia to her appointment tomorrow without me. I don't think anything's going to make Thursday less stressful, though, including not having to deal with the Wednesday appointment. I kind of want to offer more beta reading, but I think that it would be unwise given how I'm going to be feeling from the appointments and such.
Oh, and yesterday's document drama has been semi-solved. Scott managed to get everything on the page by scanning and reducing the image size to 90% of the original. It's a little hard to read, but it's usable for the purpose.
Cordelia has another appointment tomorrow afternoon, and then Thursday will be eaten by her choir concert. She won't be able to come home at all on Thursday, not until after the concert, so we're trying to figure out how to get everything she's going to need out there at the times she'll need it. Right now, she's expecting me to take the bus out to bring her the bake sale stuff and her dinner. I really, really don't want to because the bus that goes to Skyline also serves a big commuter lot. At any reasonable time for me to go, the bus will be packed, and I think it would really and truly wreck me to go out there earlier in the day and just stay (or go home again and still have to go back out for the concert).
Scott's parents plan to come to the concert. My mother and step-father are in Michigan now and say they'll be coming, but I don't entirely believe them. Cordelia has flat out said that she'll expect them if she sees them. They flake. Often enough that it's very hard to avoid noticing (though they don't ever admit to it). In this case, it's two plus hours each way, with the trip home completely in the dark, and they're no longer used to driving in Michigan winter weather. The most recent weather prediction I heard for that afternoon/evening was mixed snow and rain. They won't stay with us because my step-father isn't willing to, so I'm hoping they'll spend the night with some other local friend or get a hotel room.
At least Scott didn't end up having to go in early this morning. Of course, they called to tell him right after I fell asleep last night. The phone's on my side of the bed, so there's no hope of me sleeping through it, and turning it off really wouldn't have been a great option when we were hoping for the call. I had considered staying up in case they called, but if they hadn't, I'd have lost an hour of sleep to no purpose.
I'm working on what I hope will be the last story in that Sky High series I've been writing. I feel like I ought to be tagging for 'yes honest they really are villains'. Because they are. Even Will, really, and he knows it. He wouldn't so explicitly link himself to Tom Lehrer's version of Werner von Braun if he didn't know it was true. I don't know. The whole series kind of feels to me a little like that fairy tale with the long line of people stuck to the golden goose with Layla's unyielding principles and ideas about necessity as the goose. None of them can let go.
The virus screening software I use, Avast, tried to convince me a couple of days ago that I should buy a related product to identify and clear 'junk files' off my laptop. The ad offered me a list of files that I would obviously want to get rid of-- A list that included every .epub file on my laptop. Because, obviously, nobody wants to keep ebooks. Sure, some of them are things that I may open, read a paragraph, and then delete, but... Pre-emptive deletion would be ridiculous unless I were desperate for space.
I've taken an Ativan and rather suspect that I will every day this week. Maybe I can get Scott to take Cordelia to her appointment tomorrow without me. I don't think anything's going to make Thursday less stressful, though, including not having to deal with the Wednesday appointment. I kind of want to offer more beta reading, but I think that it would be unwise given how I'm going to be feeling from the appointments and such.
Oh, and yesterday's document drama has been semi-solved. Scott managed to get everything on the page by scanning and reducing the image size to 90% of the original. It's a little hard to read, but it's usable for the purpose.
