BH: 1302

Well, yesterday just didn’t turn out quite as planned. I did get some of the house cleaning done, but the pantry took longer than expected. Instead of cleaning two shelves of dead ants, I also cleaned a shelf of live ants (and threw out three boxes of cereal in the process) and another shelf. I rearranged a bit, though, so that was good. I left later than planned, but no biggie. Once at Borders, I slammed out my first 1K, then got up to take a short break. When I got back to the café, I discovered someone setting up a podium and microphone, so I fled to other parts of the store. I couldn’t find anywhere else to sit except one chair sort of just stuck in a corner. But I read a complete Soulmates (probably the best one I’ve read so far; more on that later), and also looked through some Victorian homes magazines, so it was still a very productive afternoon there. I was hoping to write 2K when I got home.

Went to the Council meeting, which was the usual. Signed us up to work two hours of Gate at Yule Ball, filled out our warrant to be Avant Courier, that sort of thing. During the meeting, I started to get a headache, plus it seemed really hot in there. I came home straight after, and by that time the headache was pretty bad. I took Advil, stripped off all my clothes because I was so hot, talked brieftly to Ken, and watched “Friends” and “Will & Grace”, which I’d taped, in the hopes that my headache would succumb to the drugs. No such luck. By the time they were over, I was feeling nauseous from the pain. So I took a Tylenol and put on a sweatshirt and socks (because by now, I was shivering from cold…), and crawled into bed.

I slept for 12 hours, getting up once at 5 a.m. to wee and snort nasal spray. I still have a very vague headache, but I took more Tylenol and it’s become vaguer. I wonder why sometimes Advil works and sometimes Tylenol works? It’s a mystery.

Meanwhile, the nerve/muscle in my back _really_ hurts, so that’s the cross I have to bear today. But it’s my official excuse [TM] not to vacuum.

Oh, the other unhappy thing yesterday was that I discovered that the roof of the sewing studio did in fact leak during the heavy rains of last weekend. I walked in and noticed plaster on the cutting table. I looked up. The plaster was peeling away from the ceiling in two places. Well, hell. On the plus side, the two leaks aren’t near the fabric nor the machines, and it doesn’t look as though water came all the way through (i.e., no drips). Ken says he has some roof patching stuff and he can patch obvious holes as a temporary measure. We just can’t afford to replace the roof right now, dammit.

So, these Soulmates books. Let me start by saying that I make it a habit ofnot reviewing books. It’s a bad thing for a writer to do, I believe.I don’t want my writing dissed on someone’s website so I won’t do the same here. I may mention if I liked a book or not, but if I don’t like a book, it may very well be something that didn’t click with me rather than a fault of the book. So.

Of the ones I’ve read so far, I haven’t been very impressed. I just find the writing level to be not up to par. I’m not sure how they rank with regular Silhouettes. I did read one that’s not in the Soulmates line but involves a paranormal element, and it was better. The Soulmate I read last night was the best of the bunch so far. The writing was the strongest, I thought, and I actually liked the characters. It also appealed to the kid in me, who loved fairy tales and horses and stuff.

It remains to be seen if BH will fit into the series well. I hope so. It’s going to be a damn fine book when it’s done.

So Ken came home—yay!—and was starving and I hadn’t gone food shopping, so we went to the Great Wall Buffet and ate reasonable Chinese food. My fortune was spot on: “Stop searching forever. Happiness is just next to you.” Well, he was sitting across from me, but close enough.

He got about 4 hours of sleep last night, so he was pretty wiped. We came home after dinner, rather than going food shopping. He lay on the sofa reading the blowfish.com catalogue and I watched a taped ep of “Charmed” and a Greg Proops stand-up show and did more beading on my cotehardie. (I’m making an antique gold and slate blue particoloured cotehardie out of a brocade that cries out to be beaded. This is an ongoing project with no deadline—I bead when I have no other handwork or don’t want to embroider, and when I’m done beading, I’ll sew it together. And it will be stunning.) Anyway, he’s long since gone to bed, and I’ve been working. Haven’t quite hit 1K yet. It’s going in fits and stops. I feel like I’ve taken time off from it and it’s hard getting back into it. I guess a headache and 12 hours of sleep makes me feel like I’ve lost days.

It’s well after midnight and I need to go curl up with my honey; I hate sleeping alone and I’m so glad he’s home. A fair showing of writing for tonight. I don’t know if I’ll get any done over the weekend, as well be at Coronation and Queen’s Champion. I’ll try, though.