Another week has begun. I have a lot to do today—including a chiro appt, food shopping, the cable folks coming, and sewing night—but it’s not impossible. I just need to focus and such.

Yesterday was a pretty darn good day. We got up early and I organised my stuff for the GWW meeting, and caught up on more journals and e-mail. We went to the meeting on the bike, and got there in record time. The meeting was efficient and didn’t drag on, and soon I’ll actually have to start doing some work. J The scary thing is, I walked into the meeting having to design only the Gate Booklet, and walked out having to also design the Combat Handbook, the Children’s Activities Flyer, and a one-page Fire Warning. I’m also in charge of getting all those photocopied, as well as an Amenities Flyer that someone else is designing. Ack. It’s all do-able, though. September will be a busy month. I’m obviously going to have to go to VA early and come back on the 9th (the second Styx concert is on the 8th) so I can get this all done.

We grabbed lunch at Jack-in-the-Box and met up with Eilidh, Ismay, and Catherine. Then we hopped back on the bike and took the scenic way home, past Lake Elsinore, over the mountains on Ortega Highway, and up along the coast on PCH through Laguna Beach and other pretty trendy beach towns. Great fun, although the Kawi isn’t nearly as comfortable as the Beemer, and by the end of it my butt and knees were screaming. Plus it was hot. Our solution? We got home, stripped, and dove into the pool.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Ken went on the roof and tore down the old antenna and looked at the solar panels. The ones that the former owner installed (per contract) when we moved in are all leaking because he didn’t do it right (big surprise). Ken also mowed the lawn. I unpacked, unloaded the dishwasher, did dishes, did more computer work, that sort of thing. I was totally drained of energy, which was kind of annoying, because I’d hoped to get some writing done. Ah well. Ken made spaghetti for dinner and we watched a show on Motley Crüe (cheesily done—what do you expect from VH-1—but it struck me how they were willing to live destitute to fight for their dream, rather than give up and go home). I crashed early, and he crawled into bed soon after.

It’s very possible that I have PMT right now. I got up early, got some computer work done, went to my chiro appt, went to the grocery store and bought a tremendous amount of food. Put food away, ate lunch, did more computer work—not a lot, though, because the guy came to install the cable modem and Ken came home to supervise and get lunch. By the time I was alone again, I was in a non-writing mode. I _hate_ that. I have no good excuse, of course. I just loathed the idea of writing, and in fact everything seemed overwhelming and insurmountable. Often a sign of PMT. Oh, and did I mention that my neck was _hurting_, dammit?! So I sat in the hot tub for a bit, and finished reading Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, and eventually Ken came home and I showered and made dinner (pre-assembled stuffed salmon, along with rice and asparagus). One person came for sewing night so I went out with them. Proceeded to break the serger, because apparently it heard me saying I was going to take the other serger in for an overhaul, and it felt left out. I did some embroidery until I—get this—broke that needle. That’s when I knew it was time to call it a night.

Kinda scary. I’ve been online, and Ken’s also online, because the G4 has the cable modem hooked up. We’re like duelling computers. Although you know he’s winning, because he’s got the spiffy fast cable modem.