I wrote 1500 words this morning, and I want that to be Enough. I want to live in a universe where that *is* Enough. Sadly, that will not get two books written by April 15th, which is really when they both need to be done by. Even if I wrote 1500 words Every Single Day, it wouldn’t be enough. It has to be 2500 words a day, five days a week, plus a couple weeks there where I get in 3K daily. And that doesn’t count the two proposals that…
good idea, bad idea
This pre-arranged taxi to bring us to the gym thing is simultaneously the best and worst idea I’ve implemented lately. The alarm caught me deep in the midst of REM sleep this morning. There is *no way* I would have gotten up if there wasn’t a taxi already on its way. Ted apparently thought, “What the hell is that noise? Why are people talking?” when it went off, so it doesn’t seem likely he’d have gotten up either. But we both did, and I swam (marginally faster than yesterday and…
Morning Mistle Thrush
I should’ve been at work by now, but I was talking with Mom and a fat mistle thrush came to sit in the tree outside our window for a while. :)
I had no idea posting about the temperature of my house would provide such a platform for discussion. O.O Although we went to bed at a very sensible hour last night, the alarm clock this morning was quite a rude awakening. I’m quite sure that had I not arranged for a taxi already, we wouldn’t have gotten up. But I had, and we did, and this driver didn’t take us on the longest route possible and the trip cost €2 less than yesterday’s. I have engaged this fellow for tomorrow…
I will never be Irish.
I will never be Irish. I will never accept the idea that, as an Irish cabbie recently said to us, one keeps one’s house not so much *warm* as ‘not cold’. (This guy has a Lithuanian girlfriend. Only upon visiting her family in Lithuania did he understand why she kept turning the heat up in Ireland. “Of course,” he said, “their houses are insulated for it, too.”) A house is not sufficiently warm unless I can spread butter on a piece of bread without tearing the bread. I have not,…