Day 23. 61 pages, 29,770 words.
Not entirely sure what’s happening this weekend. Probably not a lot. If we can swing the babysitter time, we might go into town and hang out with our esteemed friend Mr. Bloom as he prepares to depart for – of all places – the United States of America. Yes, those United States.
Or, I guess, otherwise he can come over here for drinks since we have a bar of our own.
But whatever happens, I’m thinking I probably won’t get much written, and I probably won’t miss it either. It’s been a very productive week and I sort of need to just cool it for a bit. I’m most likely going to spend most of the weekend hanging with my family. It’s gotten to be a very comforting thing lately, despite the fact that it invariably ends up being quite a lot of work and I’m such a jerk I always get frustrated and snappy and sulky for no real reason. Wump is a demanding creature – brilliant, but demanding – and Toop is a baby just achieving mobility. They don’t deserve my stress. And neither does Mrs. Hatboy, of course.
As a matter of fact, the other night I helped Toop do a bit of crawling, for those who aren’t on Facebook to see the hilarious videos I sometimes link up there through my YouTube channel.
Oh, she was so close on some of those. Work the legs!
I don’t know. It’s just comforting. Because the world just seems to be becoming such an ugly and hostile place, the media so full of fear and the Internet so full of hate, that any way I can shield myself from that, I’m going to do it. My ladies do more than I could ever thank them for or praise them for, in that regard. They make my little bubble worth living in. All my friends and the rest of my family do too, obviously, but the ladies in particular.
It’s been cold this week, but sunny. I hope the weather holds, so I can maybe do a little forest-stroll with Wump. Get in a couple more of those before the winter descends on us.
Work is stressful lately, but with any luck we’re at least going to get a bit of closure on that sometime next week (already a solid couple of weeks too late, but I guess they had to do what they had to do). After which I will (probably, best case scenario) just have a looming and colossal series of documents and put-off-way-too-long deadlines to worry about, instead of actual loss of livelihood. What joy.