It’s a lovely grey day, which has done good things for my mood, it seems. Also, I took a Valerian before I went to bed, and although I didn’t sleep through the night—I still had to get up once for more pain pills—I slept better than I have in a while, apparently. It took me a bit to get going this morning (aftereffects of the Valerian) but I feel better rested than I have in days. And overall, the hip/leg pain has been manageable.

As a result, I’ve managed to get through a bit of e-mail, and also done a reasonable chunk of ABC-CLIO work. So far, so good. I’m really trying hard not to push it.

I watched a bit of The 10th Kingdom, my latest Netflix DVD, and I’m afraid it just didn’t work for me. I realize it was aimed at children, but it was just so…illogical in places that I couldn’t get into the lovely fantasy. (I adored the concept of the Snow White Memorial Prison, though. Just made me giggle and giggle.) So, I deleted the next two discs from my queue, and filled it up with the first season of Northern Exposure and Prime Suspect, interspersed with a couple of movies. Should keep me busy for a while.

Last night I watched Hedwig and the Angry Inch, a birthday present from Fran. I loved it!—up until the point that my hip started to really hurt. I got up and walked around, then went upstairs and laid down and read. When I got back to the movie, I guess I’d lost the heart of it, because it ended and I felt…a little confused and underwhelmed, I guess. So I’ll have to watch it again without pause, because I think it’s really wonderful.

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I was finishing up ABC-CLIO work when my hip/back really started to hurt—I don’t seem to have a midpoint between “a bit of pain” and “owfuck”. Which is probably very bad. So I went downstairs and stretched out on the sofabed and ended up getting sucked into more hours than I want to admit of VH-1’s “100 Teen Stars,” or whatever it was called. Since they were mostly late ‘70s and ‘80s stars, it was kind of like “I Love the ‘80s” and shows like that for me. The issue was exacerbated by a 20-lb purring furry lump solidly planted on my legs. I defy you to look Grimoire in his gorgeous, sweet eyes and dislodge him. He was so happy. I didn’t have the heart.

Eventually I had to eat dinner, though, so he and I came to an understanding. I even managed to get some writing-work done between episodes (no actual writing, but editing a story, critiquing a synopsis, and signing a contract/making copies/whatnot, which is solid forward motion as far as I’m concerned). Grimoire curled up next to me for more TV-watching and I also talked to Ken for a bit, since he got out of the fab well before 2 a.m. today. Now I’m off to curl up with Swordspoint. I love this book. Last night I was tired and cranky and not happy with the book I was trying to read (because I’d accidentally bought a later book in a related series and I just wasn’t clicking with it because of that), and I was grumpily perusing my overflowing to-read bookcase and not finding anything. Then I spotted Swordspoint, which was there to re-read before I read The Fall of Kings, which I’ve had forever. Much manners-and-rapier goodness. And given the timing, I won’t feel the need to reread when the next book comes out in July. Mmmmm.