I wish my university would tell me whether someone has been dropped involuntarily for non-payment, or whether they have voluntarily dropped my class from terror/not wanting to work. It would make filling out my roll book way easier if I didn't have to add names out of alphabetical order because of an accounting mistake.
Ever have a day where your child is standing there, eyes and mouth wide open, because they can't remember what to do next in their morning routine? The morning routine that they've been following for two and a half years? There are times I find it harder than normal not to swear at my children...
I know you're not supposed to change the dog food around, but what if your dog hates the food and won't eat? Do you make them keep eating the food they hate, or do you switch around until you find something they like?
I didn't vote for Trump in either the primary or general election, last year, but if he keeps doing the same job he's been doing for the past six days since inauguration, I may well vote for his reelection.
Finally found some of my draft books, yesterday--the one with the random-ass short stories* I've been working on when I get stuck on something else, and the draft book for The Schrodinger Paradox. Since my classes are working on writing their papers, today, I will be working on getting stuff transcribed from the draft books, and more written.
One has to wonder how Lzzy Hale of Halestorm can possibly channel rockers who are still alive like she does. I mean, the dead ones make sense--how does she channel the souls and capabilities of those still living?
One also wonders about the soul-destroying apocalyptic break-up voiced by Starset's new album Vessels. Is it metaphoric, or literal? And did it happen between albums, or was it a formative event in the lead singer/songwriter's life? Either way, it's a gorgeous, powerful album that you cannot judge without listening to the whole thing.
I currently have five students doing their writing in the classroom, two drafting long-hand, and three on laptops. All the rest took off to go find a computer elsewhere, or a comfy spot to write.
Shadow the cat wound up getting her wish, a few nights ago. We forgot to retrieve her from sleeping on her boy. She had mild regrets in the morning--a full bladder and an empty belly will do that--but not enough that she hasn't tried to repeat her accomplishment.
A few weeks ago, I made a knitted wool-blend yarn headband for the pixie in Lion Brand's Wool-Ease (worsted weight) Rose Heather. And my mother in law asked me "Where's mine?" So, I made one for my mother in law. Then my mother, sister, and all three aunts asked where theirs were...so my sweaters are going to wait while I make smaller projects.
I have one sweater almost finished (Wool-Ease Avacado green), but messed up counting rows on the sleeves. The left one is an inch too short, and the right one is an inch shorter than that. Thankfully, it's a pretty simple thing to undo the cuffs, and add a bit. I just need to finish the projects for family, first.
I still need to remake a couple other sweaters I messed up on, too...
I got the pixie a plastic loom for Christmas (then had to get her a better one, since there was no way to keep the nylon loops from flying off of the one I gave her while she worked). The imp was so intrigued by it that he went and spent his own money to get one of his own. They're both doing excellent work on their various projects--and have finished about four or five apiece. (Or rather, I've finished off the projects for them, since they lack the dexterity to bind their projects off.)
Last week, I tried easing back from taking an equivalent amount of Aleve tablets to equal prescription strength naproxen that I'd run out of. My body says, "I'm sorry, I can't do that, Dave." Come to find out, chronic, systemic inflammation is part and parcel of CFS/ME, and I wind up feeling like somebody hit me with a Mack truck. So, it's back to the full dose. I hate taking pills...
I need to stop procrastinating by writing the blog post, and start writing fiction.
*Short stories are being gathered for another collection, tentatively titled Normalcy Bias. So far, I've got about 25K words, plus a few more stories I need to transcribe (and one I need to finish).
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