Bleah

The mysterious butterflies of my soul feel limp and bedraggled this morning.

When Hippocrates talked about the 'crisis' phase of an illness, he wasn't kidding. If I still felt as bad as I did last night, I'd be at the doctor's office by now. I probably should be at the doctor's office, but I'm trying not to use up my sick leave. I've had three doctor's appointments since my hire date, and that's an awful lot, for me. I had expected to have 48 hours of sick leave saved up by the time my six months of probation is up, but that isn't going to happen.

It's quieter today than I expected it to be after a long weekend; I thought the phone would be ringing off the wall. I'm rather glad it's not, because I still feel wiped--wiped, but wide awake.

Ah well, that's all for now. Ciao!

To Writers

If you are a newly-published writer or seeking to be one, you can learn a lot of useful information about the book business from wen_spencer.

Good luck!

Tuesday After Work

Passing Thoughts: Just once, I'd like to see a western in which we go into a restaurant and see someone eating spaghetti.

Have yo ever heard of anybody who ever called chit'lins chitterlings? I haven't.

The eye is starting to hurt again. Apparently four hours between prednisolone doses does the trick. *grumble*

My husband is the most wonderful man in the world.--not a passing thought, just a reminder to myself. :)

The latest Wintersilks catalog arrived in today's mail. There are some lovely items in it! *WANTS*

Nixnivis: You must check out the default icon for mutueepos. I think you might like it. (g)

Writing: Wen Spencer's post today gave me a lot to think about, regarding my own publishing goals. I'm going to rethink a few things. I like the way she thinks of developing her writing career in the long term, as opposed to simply writing each book as she gets the plot ideas.

Life: Going to lie down now.