I don’t even know why, but I am all the sudden so emotionally and mentally tired. I hadn’t gone to work out in ages. I let my diet slide. The combination of release and parvo just knocked me right off my orbit. I don’t want to work. I don’t want to go to the gym. I just want to crawl on the couch and not get up. That’s not good. I need to put myself back on track.
So, starting tomorrow, I am going to try to go back to the gym.
I looked at the draft of Magic Shifts – we are so behind on it – and right now it seems to be pure crap. And, as much as I want to fix it, I won’t. We need to write forward and fix it when it’s done. I want another three months. Seriously, if the publication schedules didn’t collapse completely, I would love to have extra three months just to carefully work on it. Instead somehow we are always behind.
I ordered some Trifectant. We already bleached the floors and threw away all linens from Kid 2’s room. It’s impossible to get the virus out completely, but I’d like to hit up the house one more time. The plan is to disinfect and then get the floors and furniture professionally steam-cleaned. While steam cleaning won’t kill the virus, it will greatly reduce its numbers simply by mechanically removing it from the environment. I’ve read so much about parvo in the last few days, I think it’s making me crazy. I need to stop.
Let’s see, daily quote.
“And then I brought it up again. We were in our bedroom.”
“When we fell off the bed. I was doing paperwork and I said…”
“You were doing paperwork naked!” I had just gotten out of the shower and found him sitting nude flipping through some papers. And then he leaned back and stretched, flexing. It was kind of difficult to pay attention after that.
“Quit it!” I growled.
Well, I have to go write. I have no clue how to fix this crappy book. Meh. Clearly I am a bundle of joy this morning. 😀