Yesterday I took my weekly day off because (a) I woke up feeling so bad I took a covid test (negative, but I’m still suspicious), and (b) I had a lot to do.
Later this month I’ll be heading up a complicated trip to Sydney—complicated because there will be three cars going up from Canberra in order to transport my whole family, the whole Afghan family that I’m supporting (I run the Castle of Kindness Refugee Sponsorship Group), and two people that are divorced (from each other). Then we’ll meet another 6-person Afghan Australian family in Sydney. So with this group of 18-20 people we’ll be seeing Sydney.
I’m excited and terrified. Hopefully I’ll be editing by then, and will still have brain space for writing. Hmm.
My sense of taste is coming back so I feel a lot less like burning down the world. My shoulder is improving. I’m coughing a lot and my throat feels swollen, however both of those can be side effects of my chronic indigestion and gastritis.
It is ASTONISHING I manage to do anything at all. I’m basically a zombie, lurching about. I smell like one too.
I’m on Chapter 3. Chapter 1 is 5000 words, Chapter 2 is 6000, Chapter 3 is at 3000+ That adds up to … uh… 14,000ish. If I write an incredibly short book that’ll be 30,000, so if I squint I could interpret today as halfway (I haven’t started yet today; I don’t have to work this arvo so I’m going to bed until I fetch my kids from school).
In other news, how is it the 7th of September already?
I do feel better today than yesterday.
Pepper is a VERY cautious kitty. I put a cat tower in the bathroom for her, and she hid behind the toilet for a week. She has just decided the bottom level of the cat tower is an acceptable hiding place, which is the only progress she’s made for a long time. She hasn’t gone back into her box, which it seems is tainted by association. But at least she’s not spending 23 hours a day wedged between the toilet and the wall any more.
I trapped her from a farm colony along with many others. She’s from a litter of four born in April. I socialised two of the others that I caught in June, but haven’t managed to catch the 4th and I suspect kitty #4 is already pregnant (at 5 months, poor thing). I’ll be trying to catch it (…again) on Sunday 17th.