Wednesday musings

[deborahjross]

Surgery for tooth abscess is scheduled tomorrow; I can expect to drive myself home, but be sore for a couple of days. Not my favorite way to spend the afternoon, but Rose has said she'll be available to hand me ice packs and tapioca, one of my favorite comfort foods. I'm not in a lot of pain now, but I definitely feel unwell, even on amoxicillin. The floor just drops away around 3 pm and all I want to do is crawl into bed.

I scheduled the surgery for Thurs rather than today because I had the second of 2 sessions as a model for a Rolf movement class. My first husband was a Rolfer, and I have a lot of respect for the work. I found a wonderful local practitioner, who also does and teaches the accompanying movement work; she is teaching this class, and I respond so well to the work, she wanted to use me as a model. I can feel my body going, "oh yes this feels wonderful, oh and this is how it moves..." Greedy, greedy.

Working on THE SEVEN-PETALED SHIELD, first a quick read-through since it's been awhile since I finished the first draft. Prose as usual needs cleaning up, but the core feels sound and I find myself reading faster just to see what comes next. Even though I wrote it!

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Re: Mood

[deborahjross.livejournal.com]

What a sweetie! Sometimes, strays make the best pets. My favorite of our 3 is a dilute tortoiseshell (gray instead of black) named Cleo, who is also very affectionate and responsive to human contact. As I type, she is sitting on my desk, partially blocking my monitor, and purring enthusiastically. She's 13, aging gracefully.

Feel free to write again. I was going to answer you, but saw your post here instead. If I don't answer right away, it's because of Attack Chapter.