Happy Birthday to my niece, Megan! I’m behind on birthday presents this year, drat it all.

I have two reasons for not posting much recently: the rush copy editing job, and now the resultant tendonitis in my right wrist from said job. The job was sent off at noon today, and although I’m expecting another one, it hasn’t been posted yet. So I fiddled a little with my first issue of the Gyldenholt Press (still waiting for some files from the previous Chronicler, though), and straightened a little, and watched an ep of CSI. I’m not good at not doing anything, unfortunately. I know I should walk away from the computer and just sit and watch TV, and let my body and brain recover from this cold. But then I want to embroider or bead, which isn’t good for my wrist. And I think about all the things I need to do…

Okay, I made myself sit and watch TV. Well, I cut up melon while I watched, and made salad, and cooked more Pad Thai (with baby snow peas and asparagus tips instead of bean sprouts, because that’s what Trader Joe’s had). Cat came home late (band practise) and watched the end of Nip/Tuck with me (final ep of the season), and that was pleasant. I have to admit, it’s lovely having another body around (other than the cats, of course). Otherwise I end up talking to the cats, and it gets…concerning. I called Ken, and he’s still stuck at the fab because the machine isn’t working. I hope he doesn’t have to work too horribly late. ‘Though it is what he’s up there for.

Okay, so tomorrow I’ll run errands, and make a bunch of necessary phone calls, and pout and fret if my wrist is still bugging me. I’m mentally triaging what I have to do: the time travel story and the GP are the only really important things. Most everything else can wait. It’ll all be okay. Which is comforting.