…with my head in a sad taking…

There’s just not enough hours in the day.

I have calls from California to return — some of them deserve hours at least, but I expect I’ll end up writing letters to bridge the gap.

I have things to write, things to edit, things to submit. ‘The Odyssey’ is going to be produced in Iowa this autumn, and there’s much left that needs to be done. Also, I have been spending some quality time with the Teakids and I expect that, despite the delays of the past year, there is still a novel there to be written. And, of course, Keeley and I have some old gods to awaken.

And there’s always a website to sell.

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I woke up last week with a terrible pain in my left wrist. No idea what I might have done to it, but it still (almost a week later) hurts like Hell. I wore a brace on it this evening, once a Google search confirmed that it was, in fact, not Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. That helped a bit, but it made me extra gimpy.

No idea why. Last week I went to bed fine, woke up with a sore wrist. Off-color innuendoes aside, I’m giving it two more days before I call my doctor.

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Lots of dreams over the past few days, old scars that haven’t healed quite yet.