Ack again. Lots to do today. I think I got complacent yesterday afternoon. I have a number of stories in various stages that need to get wrapped up, and I have a journal to copy edit for Sage. I have to start blocking out 2-hour chunks of time, at minimum, to get that done. I’m shooting for three hours today, tomorrow, and Friday. And I have errands to run this morning, because we have to return the Volvo to Trikon at lunchtime. My baby should be fixed “this week”; Ken’s going to double-check on that. Jackie can take me to my chiro appt on Friday if necessary.

My neck hurts. I had a chiro appt yesterday, and lots of adjustment happened. But they weren’t doing massages because they had someone in doing soft-tissue sonograms, which I had done. Pretty weird stuff. It’ll be interesting to hear what my discs look like. But for now…ow.

There’s a font on OS X called American Typewriter. And that’s what it looks like. As if I paid this much money for a computer only to have my output look like it was done on a manual typewriter. Please.

I should mention that my neck also hurts because I had a nightmare last night. (Hang on, this really will make sense in a moment.) I dreamed that Ken was leaving me because he loved me too much and it was “consuming” him. How fucked is that? Obviously inspired by last night’s “Buffy” episode, but really. I ask you. So I kept half-waking and rolling over to cuddle with him. Which hurt my shoulders, but I kept doing it anyway. And hence my neck hurts. Perhaps the moral of all this is that watching “Buffy” can hurt your neck. Hmmm…and Meg met Alyson Hannigan at her chiropractor’s office, and Alyson had hurt her neck… It all makes sense in a cosmic sort of way.

Or maybe I’m woozy from lack of sleep.

In other news, our hot tub has developed a series of cracks around the upper inside of it. When Ken was away, I went to sit in it and noticed some stuff floating in it; vaguely gritty, like extremely fine sand. I added chemicals, and thought the stuff went away, but it apparently sank to the bottom. The other day we sat out there just after Ken got home from work, so it was still light out, and we saw the cracks. Now, one or two cracks could simply be because the tub’s old. But all over? I think maybe it was the earthquake, shaking it in an odd way. It’s survived multiple moves (including overseas and back) so we know it’s pretty hardy. But maybe the earthquake tweaked it funny. Dunno. We’re going to see if they sell any sort of re-sealant. Because the fine gritty stuff is coming out from the cracks; it’s whatever they put behind the fiberglass. All in all, very annoying. We can’t fit a new hot tub into our budget right now…

I’m not having a great day. I ran errands in the a.m. and they took the whole morning (okay, I lingered at B&N and read stories in an Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine…). I came home long enough to check e-mail and go to the bathroom and put on sneakers in preparation for taking the Volvo to Trikon. Ken brought me home and we had lunch together. When he left, I took a bath to help my neck. It’s nearly 4 p.m. now and I haven’t done much else. Which doesn’t help my anxiety level right now.

Put away two loads of laundry, answered e-mail, cleaned off my desk, collated notes for “Testing the Waters”, showered, and started dinner. All will be well. We have a Costumer’s Guild meeting tonight so I must remember to tape “The West Wing”.

Costumer’s Guild was really interesting—mask making. The guy who taught it will be doing a class at GWW, which Ken and I both want to take. My idea is to make a pair of autumn Green Man/Lady masks, so we’ll have them for Harvest Tournament at the end of the month. Neither of us have ever worked with leather before, so we shall see.