Target points: 22 Points used: 40 Activity points earned/swapped: 3/3 WPA used/remaining: 15/15.5 Ok, despite the whole comment about trying not to blow through points on my weekends, and having seemed to have done so today…I don’t really feel like I have. We did go out for ice cream, and it was luffly. But I still have points allowance left, even with counting all my points for today, and I’m walking, so overall I’m feeling pretty good. Actually, I’m feeling too full of ice cream, and should learn to order…
good writing day!
Lucy helped me write some more this afternoon, so I got a total of about 3700 words today, which pleases me. There are bits that make me laugh, too, which is also good. :) I also printed out the first couple chapters of PHOENIX LAW so I can pry them apart and work out where I need to improve it, so I can get that darling out the door soon. *cracks knuckles* I like writing. Even when I complain bitterly about it, this is the best job *ever*. :) I…
an odd morning :)
It was a bit of an odd morning here at the Murphy-Lee-Sandness household. Shaun only got a few hours sleep night before last, so he went to bed at 6pm last night and consequently got up before 8 this morning. This is sufficiently unusual that when Ted heard a door close before 8am, he leapt out of bed to go see if he needed to bash something’s head in. Fortunately, there was no bashing, but it did get everybody up and moving quite early today. :) Lucy helped me write…
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Target points: 22 Points used: 26.5 Activity points earned/swapped: 0/0 WPA used/remaining: 4.5/30.5 I’ve been back on track for a few days, but needed to be doing it for myself before I started giving out numbers again. Still weighing in around 155 (up half a pound), but on the positive side, half a pound’s not so bad for all the bad eating I felt like I was doing, and now I’m feeling a little more focused. One thing I decided I needed to do was not loosen up so much…
just stuff
“Work”, so far today, has consisted of making bread, doing laundry, cleaning the kitty litter, answering the phone, and cleaning the kitchen. It has not included *writing*. This is the problem with working from home. I am now going to switch laundry out, get a big drink of water, and spend the next two hours writing if it kills me. Except for the breaks where I have to pound bread down and switch more laundry out. And violently twitch when the phone rings. When I’m rich, I’m going to have…