Wed. Feb. 21, 2024: Parking Woes Continue
image courtesy of Igor Saveliev via pixabay.comWednesday, February 21, 2024
Waxing Moon
Sunny and col
So happy the sun is out, even though it’s cold.
There are two serial episodes going live today.
The first is from ANGEL HUNT:
Episode 113: Gaston’s History with Randolph Neville
Gaston reveals why he distrusts the revered man so deeply.
The second is from DEADLY DRAMATICS:
Episode 63: Countermove
The murderer is not letting Nina escape that easily.
Yesterday was busy. I wrote what would be a decent-sized chapter of THE VICIOUS CRITIC and then figured out how to break it down into two viable serial episodes. Nina and Zack are having a frank discussion and I had to be careful about the rhythm and flow, and where to break it so it served both episodes and later could be adapted back to a viable chapter.
After breakfast, I headed out for errands. CVS fixed my mom’s blood pressure monitor (which was a surprise). I headed out to Wild Oats where I bought more than I planned, but what else is new and different? I dropped off our Presidential primary ballots at City Hall. I made another stop at a store I visit every now and again to see what they have, and found some practical things and some pretty things (but no devilled egg platter).
Home, unloaded, wrapped some gifts for a friend, packed them up, and headed back to the post office to send it off to her. It might actually arrive on her birthday after all.
After a Mediterranean-style lunch, I had to deal with script coverages. But first, it was playtime with Willa. She has decided that my after-lunch break before I go back to work is her playtime. Can’t disappoint the cat! Turned around two small ones and a batch of scoring sheets. Did some Scholastic contest reading. Booked the oil change appointment for next week.
Headed off to yoga. One hour of gentle yoga, then the hour of fitness. One of the partners in the farm whose CSA I joined was in class – this place does have the best of the small town vibe! The fitness class kicked my ass, but I know it’s good for me.
Came home and Dipsy Doodle parked half in his space and half in mine. I’m so sick of this. There was a vacant spot in the lot that he’d been using for his truck over the weekend, so I took that one, and left yet another note. I am sick and tired of having to scramble to park almost every time I leave the building lately, when it’s part of my lease agreement – almost always due to this dude. It’s not hard to NOT be a dickhead, but here we are.
I started cooking dinner after I got back from yoga, which meant we didn’t eat until nearly 8:30, which is late for us. We don’t make like Europeans with dinner all that often (except on Tuesdays, when I get home from yoga just before 8).
The plan was to do a crockpot recipe (which would have started earlier in the day), but reading the recipe, I realized we’d tried it and didn’t like it much, so I used the same ingredients, but did it on the stove and added some other ingredients, and it was good.
Up early this morning and out the door to do laundry. I was the only one there, which was great. I got caught up in the book I was reading and barely noticed when it was done.
My mom’s not feeling great today, so there’s a call in to the doctor, and we’ll see where that leads. I have to get some writing done this morning, then do a library drop off/pick up, then do script coverage and Scholastic contest reading. This evening is my first workshop with the capacity building program (via Zoom). I’m looking forward to it.
It’s sunny today, which is nice, even though it’s cold.
Have a good one!
