Thurs. Jan. 30, 2025: Writing Through the Ice and Snow

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Thursday, January 30, 2025

Waxing Moon

Jupiter, Mars Retrograde

Uranus DIRECT

Snowy and cold

Uranus goes direct today, thank goodness. A little bit of pressure lifted, and the chance to be our unique selves again.

You can read about the garden over on Gratitude and Growth. It’s a very short post, because there isn’t much going on!

I don’t have much to say about yesterday. I spent the entire day working on the ghostwriting assignment, first writing up some background materials, then figuring out nuts and bolts. I wrote around 4K.

I had a wonderful time, although I’m concerned about the pace this client needs.

It snowed on and off all day. Every time I started to gear up to go and dig out the car, it snowed harder. I’ll have to dig it out today, because I have to come up with a way to jerry rig it to get it to the inspection station either today or tomorrow, and I am not looking forward to it.

There’s still a lot of political turmoil, but at least the federal funds are, for the moment, back in place. No thanks to the Democratic party; it was done through the courts. Too many in Democratic leadership stand there with their thumbs up their collective ass, thinking appeasement is a better choice than fighting. And they’re shocked that using the anger and fear to fundraise no longer works. A whole bunch of these old white men need to step aside for people who can actually lead. Their time is over, and they’ve refused to understand how the game has shifted.

I made us chicken Lo Mein for Chinese Lunar New Year, and started reading the next book for review in the evening. I’m still dealing with feeling sad at the yoga studio’s closing, even though I hope to study with the same teacher in her new location. Feelings are feelings, and it’s better to deal with them than to pretend they don’t exist.

Slept reasonably well. Woke up at 3:30, but managed to fall back asleep, and got up at the usual time, with the delightful smell of coffee. Bea is now stealing everyone else’s food, since they steal hers, so it all works out.

Online meditation group this morning, then I have to deal with the car. I hope to get to the library, for a drop off and pick up. And more work on the ghostwriting project. This leg of it is due on Monday. I’m still hoping another coverage or two lands in my queue before the pay period ends tomorrow at midnight.