How delightful when sorrows turn to joys. I would be able to write better if my dog, Ellie, did not treat me as if I should have three hands with which to pet her. I type on the computer and she paws at me with a pathetic face, as if to say, "I'm the neediest being this side of Banda Aceh. Please coddle me." Joy #1.
So I wanted to wake up this morning, get up, cook breakfast for me and Jess (--Ellie licks me--), but she wouldn't get out of bed, so I didn't either. She ended up late in traffic and I ended up driving like a wild person to go give plasma and get $25 that I am still thinking about how to spend. I was miserable with the prospect of a G of a credit card bill to pay coming up, as well as rent, and furthermore the near-sure oral surgery coming up for my recalcitrant lower wisdom teeth, nastily covered more than halfways in mouth gum. Turns out my genetics weren't perfect. Drat. (Those were sorrows, still to be played out.)
The other bad, but sort of good, thing is that my semester is starting up again (too) soon. I have to prepare a syllabus by Jan. 10th. But good things have happened this break. My knee has healed a bit. Our noonball group at UA's Bear Down gym got a mention in the local newspaper, because it turns out that two of the guys that come off-and-on are actually assistants for the basketball team. Jess and I go work out at Tucson Racquet and Fitness Club now. I'm thinking of getting in good shape, but I probably won't have much time other than reading/classes.
I'm mentally stable, but who knows how long that will last into the semester. If I go too crazy I'll just have to lay down and have my dog and cat lick me on the face, one slobber, the other sandpaper. And moving to the country to write is still a possibility. I just have to get my Wal-Mart romance book on the shelves first.