Wed. Sept. 10, 2025: Unnecessary Obstacles

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Wednesday, September 10, 2025

Waning Moon

Pluto, Neptune, Saturn, Chiron, Uranus Retrograde

Happy Wednesday!

I have a spell of the day up at Llewellyn for today (as Cerridwen Iris Shea). You can read it here.

Tomorrow is the 24th anniversary of 9/11. You can attend the Table of Silence project in honor of it virtually here. It begins at 8:10, when the first plane hit.

I took out the garbage yesterday (literal, not metaphorical). The entrance to the parking lot is now completely flat with the street. No runoff. Which will be a problem with Berkshire weather. Did they just not consult an engineer on this project, or did they hire a cheap one who got his certification off the back of a cereal box?

Especially with the escalating effects of climate change, all of this needs to be taken into consideration.

I got out a residency application. It’s a long shot, but I’ve always wanted to go, and never tried, so why not? I let the ghostwriting team know I will be out of the office on Friday and Tuesday. I may have to work on Sunday to make sure I stay on track. Or work longer hours on Monday and Wednesday next week. It will somehow all work. I dealt with some fussy paperwork, which of course, took longer than I hoped.

The noise was off the charts, from the Sidewalk Chewing Demons, and they have the whole street blocked off. Again.

And Public Services is all, la, la, la, we’ll just ignore it until the project is over and then it doesn’t matter. It does, and I am putting a formal complaint about them into the city’s public record.

Fed Ex couldn’t get down the street to deliver the Chewy order again. And won’t let me into the system to make notes to ease the delivery process for both the driver and for me.

If the city is going to close roads, we need to know AHEAD of time, and we need to know for how long.

At lunchtime, I discovered that Tessa had been locked out on the enclosed porch for the morning. I’d chased Charlotte in when I closed it off to keep out the dust. I didn’t see Tessa under a chair. I opened the porch to let the air circulate and she shot back into the apartment. She was perfectly safe there, but she is understandably upset with me, and I will have to grovel for days.

The script coverage flash drive is officially retired and filed.

I read another of the plays for WAM. We have six to read this month. I’m reading one per day. I read the scripts and take notes (similar to coverage notes, but specific to the discussion parameters), and then fill out the forms for each when I’ve read all of them and can discuss them in relationship to each other.

I worked for a couple of hours on the ghostwriting. I’m almost half finished, which is great, since I will be on other projects for a couple of days between now and the deadline. It feels like it’s going well.

Packed up and went to yoga, running a couple of errands on the way. Yoga was good; everyone is feeling stressed, so it was nice to relax in company. When I got home, the jackass downstairs had moved his car (for no discernible reason), taking up two of other tenant spots, so everyone was trying to juggle to adjust. I’m so sick of this, and it will only get worse once the overnight street parking is forbidden.

Dinner, reading, puttering around. Tessa finally forgave me. I’m trying to get Bea and Willa to spend calm time together, so Willa stops fussing at Bea.

I had to run another repair scan, this time on the main flashdrive on which I keep many documents. Just to be safe, I’ll do another backup today. I also have to do a computer update. Of course, as I was typing this, it went ahead and did the update. And then, as soon as I opened the file this morning, it was all wing ding fonts again. So I ran another repair.

Urgh. I hope it doesn’t contaminate the ghostwriting files, too. It’s very frustrating. I have a feeling I will have to send it in for repair. All because of the attempted hack.

Up too late last night, puttering on things. Slept badly, with nightmares. Up early.

At least the 15-minute writing session was excellent. It’s starting to do what it’s meant to do, and that’s hopeful. It’s shaken some interesting material loose, and that’s the purpose of the experiment.

On today’s agenda: the anthology story (I don’t know why I’m struggling so much with it),and the ghostwriting. I will also read the next play for the literary committee and continue work on the program for the reading and the other materials needed for it.

That seems like a reasonable schedule, so I hope it doesn’t get derailed!

Have a good one!