Today was the sort of writing day where, after spending three and a half hours at the computer, I triumphantly achieved 14th level with The Blue Bandolier, my Freedom server blaster on CoH. *pause* What? I was at the wrong computer? Why does no one TELL me these things?! Back to work tomorrow, though, since the Weekend As Defined At The Murphy-Lee-Sandness Household is over. Emily has returned to Anchorage, and we celebrated by feeding her dinner and then going to Hot Licks, where I ate a very large, very…
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mostly mileage
Tired me. Bed soon. Entry is mostly mileage. miles to Rauros Falls: 311.5 miles to Hobbiton: 239.6 ytd wordcount: 146,600 but oh! I got email from the brown-haired, pony-tailed young woman at Pandemonium in Bostom, hee hee hee! She got the book and seemed quite pleased and amused by it. That was totally worth it. :) Turns out she’s a manager there and she said if I was ever in Boston to let her know ahead of time so we could schedule a signing. And she said she’d been selling…
out of sorts
Ted and Shaun have gotten their weekends aligned, so now weekends at my house are Thursday and Friday, which is better than the Tuesday-Friday weekends that I was experiencing with them being on different schedules. However, it meant I stayed up much too late last night and slept in too late this morning and don’t want to do anything of consequence today. Add to that the fact that my parents got burgled last night and I’m definitely out of sorts. :P We went to see War of the Worlds last…
oops
Oops. I should be working again by now, but I’m going to make a post anyway. :) Just got back from swimming, and for some reason, about 1350 yards into the workout, I suddenly decided I needed to start *kicking*, for Christ’s sake. I so totally blew through that last 750 yards. It rocked. My strength is in my legs, and it’s easy easy easy to be lazy with them when I don’t have a coach yelling at me or somebody to compete against in my lane or the lane…