Thurs. Aug. 14, 2025: Not Enough Coffee Exists Today

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Thursday, August 14, 2025

Waning Moon

Pluto, Neptune, Saturn, Chiron Retrograde

You can read about the latest on the garden here.

So, in addition to the Sidewalk Chewing Demons out front, the dingus “construction” guys were working on the balcony supports out back again. And, again, with no communication.

The cats were beside themselves. No place felt safe. My office and my bedroom are in the center of the apartment, so they mostly congregated there. Or maybe it was because that’s where I began my workday.

Honor Roll Playwrights invited me to a virtual community writing session on Monday, so I signed up and will try it. It’s through Dramatists Guild, so the sign up was more complicated than it should have been, but I navigated through it, and we’ll see what Monday’s like. I can work the ghostwriting around it, so I should be fine. We’ll see what Monday brings. I’m still trying to get through this week. But I do want to be more involved with the group, since I’m now a member.

I wrote June’s materials for Llewellyn. The Sidewalk Chewing Demons were right in front of our house when I left for the library, and I made them stop their machines so I could cross the street. I had to take a different route out of the lot, and then discovered our entire street was closed. Shouldn’t they have warned us this was part of it?

I did a drop-off/pick up at the library, and ran another errand. Came home, navigated around the Sidewalk Chewing Demons. Once inside, I contacted my town councilor to ask for a clarification as to what was being done and the kind of time it would take. It was a polite email, pointing out the issues that affected the residents (rather than me ranting about what bothered me about the whole thing) and pointing out that people would work with them with a minimum of fuss PROVIDED THERE WAS COMMUNICATION.

Worked on a bunch of this and that which needed attention and halfway through the afternoon, I realized I had forgotten to work on ANGEL HUNT. Never even thought about it. Oops. By then, it was 91F outside with a “feels like” of 101, and threats of an incoming thunderstorm. So I just gave it up for the day.

I did, however, manage to get some marketing in. I’ve been dropping the ball on that again, so I caught up with what I had planned, marketing-wise, for the week.

I also found a frame I preferred for my friends’ housewarming gift, re-sized it, printed it out, and put it in the frame. This size is much better. I will wrap it in bubble wrap and then wrapping paper today, and it will be all set for Saturday.

Put in the Chewy order for more wet food, since we only have enough to get through the weekend. The Sidewalk Chewing Demons better let the Fed Ex truck through. It’s supposed to be delivered today.

Finished the book I was hate-reading and still don’t know why I continued. I need to figure that out.

Started reading the first of Martin Walker’s Bruno series, set in Southern France. I’m enjoying it so far.

Both fire alarms – which are unplugged – went off in the late afternoon. I bruised my thumb badly trying to make them shut the heck up. There was no reason for them to go off, but it probably has something to do with the construction. Which means I have to wait until they are finished before getting maintenance in here with yet another set of fire alarms.

My thumb is bruised and twice its normal size. I took ibuprofen and put medi-ice and then Arnica on it. It’s much better than I expected, but will still hurt to type.

There was a big Downtown Celebration yesterday evening, and I just did not have the energy to get there. I had to re-regulate my nervous system after a day of noise and chaos. Being around more noise, even positive noise, would not have helped.

It’s just after 7 AM, and the Sidewalk Chewing Demons are causing chaos again. And whatever they are doing has an absolutely horrible smell to it. Like the air quality wasn’t already horrible.

On today’s agenda: Llewellyn, ANGEL HUNT, meeting a local writer for coffee, maybe swinging by a gallery to support a former student, ghostwriting. When I go to meet the writer, I will swing by the post office to mail some bills and buy some stamps. I have to do everything on foot today, since I can’t drive on our street.

I have not heard back from my town councilor. Hopefully, I will do so today.

I would prefer to go back to bed (although I slept reasonably well). It’s not supposed to be as hot today, and we might even get the promised thunderstorms that never materialized yesterday. Nothing like seeing on your phone “Heavy rain for the next 58 minutes” and looking out the window to find it perfectly dry.

Today is going to be . . .a day. Hope yours is a good one!