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2005-07-21 9:59 PM ...and a bowl of petunias Words written:
Wednesday: CSF 360 Thursday: CSF 2334
I took the day off yesterday (from work, anyway), and went with Ken to the Valley to help Meg & Matt continue to pack. The moving truck comes on Friday, and when we got there yesterday morning, neither of us thought they’d be ready. By the end of the day, the prognosis looked much better. Ken’s going down this morning, but doesn’t plan to spend the whole day. Phew. It was hot hot hot (when I checked at 9:30 p.m., after we got home, it was still 85° there. We’d rented a truck so we could take them our wooden crate for shipping artwork, and we came back with all of Matt’s printing equipment, as well as a pile of other stuff to mail or return to its rightful owners. Anybody local in the market for two printing presses and a boatload of type? Please? We really do want to fit my car in the garage again. I got a little writing done on the way down, despite bouncing around (I always forget that rental trucks have bad shocks—must be a law or something). I was so wiped by the time we headed home—plus it was getting dark—that it just wasn’t an option. I got home, checked mail for anything crucial, showered, and collapsed into bed. But I’m really, really glad I was able to help. <>-<>-<> In other news, there’s a 50-foot-long dead fin or sei whale beached on the shores of Ventura. We stopped to see it on the way home Tuesday… I wonder what its last thought was? I wonder if there’s a smashed bowl of petunias nearby? <>-<>-<> I want cake. Why is there no cake? <>-<>-<> I have no messages in my In Box, and no messages in my Drafts folder. Are there pigs lazily floating by the window? I can’t remember the last time this happened—or if it’s ever happened! Now, I have extensive Tonight and Weekend folders, containing messages requiring a specific time or person or place to deal with. None, however, are things that need answering—they’re all things that need to be dealt with in other ways (reminders, links, filing). I know it won’t last, but for now, I’m going to bask in the warm glory. :-) (Oh, and if you’ve sent me something that I should have responded to and I haven’t responded, it must mean I mis-filed or lost it. Please re-send!) <>-<>-<> Woo, I wrote over 1K on the carpool home, and over 2K for the day! If I didn’t have to get up and go to work tomorrow, I’d probably be able to finish the book tonight (barring some fill-in scenes I’m leaving for Teresa)! Okay, cover blurb sent to the editors, novel-related e-mail answered. I’m going to fiddle with a couple other minor things before bed, and then fall over in a well-satisfied heap. ----
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