Day 32. 75 pages, 36,199 words.
Meh, meh, meh.
This was a reasonably good weekend, aside from zero writing time. We went to see Interstellar on Friday, and had a nice night both before and after (Wump and Toop slept over at the in-laws’, giving us a quiet night and 10 hours’ sleep). Then I went to hang out with buddies for the day Saturday, a huge mass of snacks and drinks and a quadruple-header of movies, I will blog at a later date.
And then today was nice, at least I got a good hike in the snow-laden forest with Wump and a generally decent time. Now we’re just waiting for the in-laws to come over and help us put the finishing touches on Toop’s bedroom just a few weeks before her first birthday. Should be good.
I guess a bit of the shine got taken off the weekend for selfish reasons, as usual. The writing, I’m really starting to need to do it. My head fills up and if I can’t write it down, it vanishes the next time anyone says anything to me or asks me to do something. It’s the worst feeling. But that’s just little stuff, no big deal. Right up there with needing to wash and comb my hair, I do that once a week and I start to lose my mind towards the end of the week as I get mire knotted-up and dredlocked. Meh, meh, meh.
Mostly I think it was my colostomy bag filling up with gas on the bus on the way home last night, and then collapsing and stink-bombing the entire bus. Yeah, that was it. Hypothetically hilarious, but generally awful. It didn’t seem to burst or get poo everywhere, just gassed the bus. And then the next bag I put on at midnight did the same thing at 4am, so I was up at 4, 5 and 6 doing checking and changing. Kind of messed up my Sunday, despite the best efforts of my girls. I have been a miserable grump the whole time.
And another brilliant week beckons. Need to get my mojo back.
Okay, no more ramblin’. That was fun, but I’ll see if I can’t come up with something less random this coming week.