Old dog had a much better night, unmarked by vomit. So, therefore, today he has had a a great deal of trouble with his back legs all day.
Play with temperature! (If you havent). I found very cold fizzy water didn’t give me nearly as much heartburn. A yoga friend was having her best luck with tea temperature water.
Sorry you’re dealing with that, I had wicked heartburn and it was truly miserable.
I don’t understand how I have bruises on the back of my knees.
Kitty has injured her back paw and is limping. I hope it’s just a twinge and she’ll be okay in the morning, but we may end up taking her to the emergency vet tomorrow if she’s still limping - don’t want to leave a broken paw.
Started a great discussion on social media today about privilege. Older Veteran Friend (OVF) from school literally called my grandmother an idiot and to go fuck herself.
Granted, OVF didn’t know she’s my grandma, but that’s not the point. Their response was inappropriate and unacceptable, especially after laying out rules for no name calling (which should not have been necessary, we’re all adults). When I told OVF as such, they called me a special snowflake and blocked me.
They got more out of our friendship than I did anyway, no great loss.
I hope kitty feels better soon and that her paw is not broken!
Yikes
I’m so tired, I need a day(s) off.
And I’m sick of posting cheerful happy things to my business social medias/faking it when actually I am wrung out to the maxxxxx.
After using too much of my nonexistent free time interviewing people to hire, I finally found someone I thought was a good fit and offered them the position. They have not gotten back to me…
Also, my only local friend moved away today.
I need to use Facebook for my job, but it would be much better for my mental health if I never had to look at it.
I burnt the tips of a thumb and two fingers by touching things in an ultra-low (minus 50-80 celsius) freezer. Just barely. But still, dumb.
My love thinks that in between my sets during training is a good time to try to discuss UK politics and prince Harry. I’m barely alive, and honestly dont remember that anything other than the next set exists. I’m not good at these conversations
Yes. It’s unfortunate, but honestly, his loss. Folks who just alienate people around them end up lonely and miserable.
I have many, many ants trying to invade my house for snacks.
Also it did not get down to a reasonable sleeping temperature outside last night and we ran the air-conditioning overnight.
I changed to flannel sheets yesterday (post partum night sweats are finally done! Yay!!!). But they were musty and I didn’t realize until I was in them and miserable all night. So I had to wash them and make the bed all over again today, and air out the bedroom.
Since stopping all hormonal birth control, I have teenage acne cyclically again. Boo.
You can hear her over what I assume is death metal playing while you lift?
Ha, I wish. Some day I won’t have shared walls and I will feel good about playing music in my gym. Right now, its dead quiet in there.
Posting this here because Mr. Meer is tired of hearing me complain about this book. I just finished reading a book that was recommended to me as a “bodice ripper” romance with some fantasy thrown in. (I don’t remember who recommended this, I don’t dislike the recommendation itself but this is from an author who has a lot of books published and I just want to workshop this so much to make it better.)
- The characters were rather flat.
- The female lead was sad she didn’t have magic but oh wait she’s an enchantress which means she has sex magic but we’re going going to call it that because this is set in mid-1700s Britain. I’m trying to let that slide but we all saw it coming that she was going to have some sort of magic, right?
- Enchantress power appears after she has sex for the first time. I’m willing to let that one slide because it’s a romance novel but c’mon now we’re already up to two things I’m having to overlook at we’re not even 100 pages in.
- With it being a romance novel and about sex magic you’d think there’d be lots of hot steamy sex scenes right? Lots, yes, steamy not so much. One interlude was all of a paragraph long. Overall this is a 1.5/10 on the smut scale.
- The people with magic have to be very, very discrete about their magic so the regular folk don’t find out except that they write about it openly in their letters (it’s war time, you’re not expecting your letters to be read? Really?) and it seems like a lot of people are aware of it anyway (for anyone that’s seen the tv show Green Arrow, kinda like that)
Overall this was a meh romance novel and a meh fantasy novel, and an okay historical novel that would have been improved by leaving out the magic/fantasy part.
It’s stuff like this getting published that makes me think I could make it as a romance writer.
Also that gives the genre a reputation for being terrible.
Carpal tunnel. I burned my bagel. My bangs are misbehaving. It’s a work day. I seem to have lost a pair of pants. If we want our house to be clean we have to do it ourselves. I don’t have enough mulch. My everything hurts.