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Well, I’ve now lived to see a sitting president impeached twice.
Before it happened, I got in some good edits on the book. Also got in a nice workout and managed to push a bunch of paperwork out the door. After it happened, I got a nap.
Something’s telling me I need to buy my 2021 fishing license tomorrow.
Nothing to write home about.
Need to suck it up, and get on with tomorrow.
Worked on a couple of new pieces this morning after a long, restless night.
For once, I can’t blame the arm for keeping me awake, though it didn’t feel all that spectacular either. Closed the bathroom door after running Drano down the shower drain, and was forced to listen to Mr. Kitcat caterwaul the rest of the night because I’d shut him out of his current favorite water hole. Biggest bummer was, the treatment didn’t work.
Not sure how much headway I made on the stories either, but no complaints even so. Got in some reading time, a decent workout, and a long chat with Jack on FaceTime.
Pork chops for dinner.
A bottle of wine, maybe.
We’ll see where the evening leads.
Pretty day. Started out cold and sunny, ended cold and snowy.
Up early working on two pieces, one long one short. Took a break mid-afternoon, then goofed off the rest of the afternoon.
Passed on a workout.
Leaving things at that.
Woke up to a cold morning. Sun’s coming on sooner now.
Put in some good time at the keyboard, working on a new short. Talked to an old buddy on the phone, too, and after that, worked out. Got some reading in this afternoon. A nap. All in all a quiet day.
For journalistic purposes—which I try mightily to avoid—I’ll note the President’s Twitter account was permanently disabled today.
In other news, life goes on.
Gotta punch things into high gear tomorrow. Tonight, more of the same.
Forged ahead with the novel revisions, worked out, got the crown fixed, and left the rest of the day to odds and ends.
Hoping to come out strong tomorrow. Maybe finish something. We’ll see what the day brings.
The day started out so good, and then that pesky coup d’etat thing happened and everybody got real sad.
Getting a crown repaired tomorrow. Should be an upper compared to today.
No idea where this one went. Was up early to work, and everything—pretty much everything—after was a blur.
Worked out, read a little, cooked up a pot of potato leek soup, and that pretty much covers it.
Big run-off election in Georgia tonight. Tomorrow, nothing but blue skies.
DeLillo book? The Silence? Man. It’s gonna take a while to recover from that one. The guy’s some kind of seer. Like nobody else I’ve ever read.
Got an early start this morning and made the most of it. Revisions are coming along, the sun’s been shining. We’re a week into the new year and, who knows, it might all turn out okay after all.
Put in a workout around noon, tended to some personal stuff, then came home and did a little more work at the keyboard.
Temps have stayed low and the snow’s still sticking around, but the weather people are saying it’s going to warm up mid-week. We’ll see. Be nice to get out and truck around a while.
Took care of a few submissions.
Copies of the Red Rock Review showed today.
Great day. Got two separate FaceTime calls from my princes of Pittsburgh. Made good headway with revisions, too. No workout, but that’s all right. Probably needed a rest and didn’t know it. Tree is down, house is three-quarters back to normal, and tomorrow looks to be another good-weather day.
Early rise after a decent night’s sleep. Don’t get to say that very often.
Trudged ahead with revisions on the long piece, and spent the rest of the morning with other paperwork. Got in a nice workout a little after noon, then went off grocery shopping.
Made a pot of clam chowder for dinner.
Started the DeLillo book last night. Had to keep myself from downing it in one sitting.
Looking forward to the game tomorrow and the start of a new week.
So far, 2021’s everything it promised to be.
2021—at last.
Up early to the cottage and productive morning of work.
Decent workout this afternoon followed by two different FaceTime calls from the boys. Gonna take a deep breath tonight, hit the rack early, and reset for the new year.
Coffee with my buddy, George this morning at the Broadmoor. Can’t remember the last time we got together. He’s been quarantined up in Labrador since, March, I think. Anyway, good to catch up.
Bright but cold today. Don’t believe it got out of the mid-thirties. Don’t expect I’ll be fishing any too soon, but want to be ready. Got to order my 2021 license.
Long day of paperwork, correspondence. Didn’t get as much done as I’d have liked, but that’s a familiar tune. Salvaged a workout anyway. A brief FaceTime call with Jackie, too.
Haven’t been sleeping all that well, but figure it’s as much the goings on at the moment as it is the PT. Might try and stay up a little later tonight, see if that makes a difference.
Back at it.
Up late with a lot of distractions, but forged ahead anyway. Can’t say I made a lot of progress, but what else is new? Tomorrow’s another day.
Yeah. Tomorrow.
Had a nice steak dinner last night to close out the holidays. A late rise this morning putting in revisions on the novel. Quiet day all around, and plenty lazy to boot. Took a short trip out to Borders, and Starbucks. Otherwise, sat around and read. Got a FaceTime call from Jackie, but even that was more brief than usual. Feels like everybody’s taking deep breath, waiting for the new year to arrive.
Yeah.
Lots of catching up today.
Some good work on the short pieces, too.
Coffee in the living room this morning, an early workout, then spent the rest of the day getting ready for Christmas. Had a long call from an old buddy. Highlight of the day.
Looking forward to what’s ahead. Giving thanks for bullets dodged, and surviving the ones that hit. “Tho much is taken,” as the man said, “much abides.”
Not exactly ground hog day, but the sameness is sinking in and it’s probably time to get out and sniff the air.
Up a little later than usual. Posted some good work at the keyboard—revisions mostly—then went worked out and went off to PT.
Feel like I’ve been trying to write myself out of two or three significant holes, but have learned not to trust the inside my head when the world’s otherwise got me down. Just keep drafting. That’s the secret. Get brutal with the edits when you’re in a more stable frame of mind.
Brief FacetTime with Jack and Matty this afternoon. Fun to see them so jacked about Christmas. Wish we were going to be there.
Thought I might get in a little reading today, but it wasn’t to be. Tomorrow, maybe. Until then, call it a day.
Don’t remember how this one started, but now that it’s coming to a close I gotta say it feels like a full day.
Got in some good work on the short story revisions this morning, worked out, then went off for a gruesome session of PT.
Took a drive through the Garden of the Gods this afternoon. Good to get out. Came home and went to work on mom’s estate stuff.
Taking it easy tonight—like always. Movie, BLT, a bottle of wine. Life in the time of quarantine.
The new short is coming along, better with each pass. Worked on it until eleven, then quit to go off to my dental appointment. Good news and bad with the crown. Bad news is, it was too damaged to fix. Good news is, I didn’t break the underlying tooth.
Took a brief trip to Starbucks when I got home and did a little bit of FaceTiming with young Matthew. Wrapped presents afterward, and sent off a few more Christmas cards.
No workout today, no walks. Nothing but sitting around.
Not tired of winter yet, but tired of being inside. Need to make a point of taking more walks, maybe even get up in the mountains.
