What Are You Doing?

I'm waiting for the movers to deliver my next load of stuff from California. This is the second shipment of three. Not efficient, but my partner is still in California (poor wretched partner!) and needs stuff to live with and work with, so the third shipment will show up around Christmastime.

 

Weekend:

Went to see Krishna Das up in the pines and redwoods above Santa Cruz. The next day, wine and food in Capitola and a walk along the beach and wharf in Monterey.

Now back to the salt mines.

 

Debating whether it's worth going to bed early, as I likely won't fall asleep anyway, and then end up back on here.

 

Procrastinating on making a timeline for my research project on Dorothea Dix. Agh. My brain hurts and I want to sleep.

 

I'm sitting quietly in a chair waiting for the golf courses to open six months hence.

 

As long as you win the race.

 

Or drinking Febreze and spraying everything with wine... tomayto tomahto.

 

Picking my jaw up off the floor...



181,361 Words! Some even have more than one syllable!

 

Does that mean that you won?

 

Yippee!

 

Congratulations!!!
Seems like a tough contest.

What did you write about? How many hours were you writing?

 

I'm retired, so all day everyday, if the pain's not to bad.

It's a life journey, with zen elements, alternative culture, and lots of cuddly, squishy sex.

 

You got me intrigued. Nice combination of words indeed!

 

PM me for a link to a couple chapters

 

I'm letting my beard grow for No-Shave November. Other people seem to like it and I guess it looks OK, but I really don't like the way it feels.

 

If you use red wine, you could do a home makeover.

 

I can't grow a beard. It comes in too thin
and patchy.
Though I feel ya, I have to shave after a max
of 3-4 days, or I feel 'funky'.

 

Getting ready to do some sprints for my NanoWriMo project. I was going to say without editing, but who am I kidding? Bwahahaha.

 

Fear not my darling, as I'm not a fan of facial hair anyway. Plus, you already look gorgeous.

 

I'm kinda the same. Some weeks, though I just can't be arsed.

"Oh, you're growing a beard. Movember?"
"Depression, actually, but you're sweet for noticing."

 

I've got my eyestalks on you...