Today we got The Mom's shopping done, then back home to FINALLY catch up completely with Craig Ferguson (the DVR is now completely empty except for a few saved Craig eppies and the David Tennant Hamlet which I still need to watch). Read some of my Thyroid book and ripped a bunch more CDs. Was very bad today and ate hardly anything of value (except for some leftover pasta), and even just had cherry shortcake for dinner (a little angelfood cake from Costco, fresh cherries, whipped cream). Took a long bath, reading a chapter and a half of Our Mutual Friend, and am now watching episodes of M*A*S*H on TV Land.
Summer has come to Phoenix with a vengeance. Inside is good.
My arm hurts. It may finally be time to actually talk to the Doc about my various problems. I've always hated going to the doctor for anything unless I was actually, you know, dying. Besides the fact the last time I went in, I ended up paying $42 OOP for seven minutes with the nurse practitioner.
I need both encouraging words AND a new list of publishers and/or agents. I believe I've sent Ring of Fire to every one I had on my old list. I know my lackadasicality would make me an instant washout if I went to Smashwords, since I can't even market myself with paying publishers. (At least Smashwords doesn't charge.)
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