What I’m Reading: 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos
The day was a mishmash of walking Molly, and writing. Basically I wrote until she came and nudged me, then I would walk her. I would get 200 words in or so, then spend some time staring at the window, then she would nudge me. I was doing maybe a mile and a half each walk, so now, she is tired and leaving me alone. If only I coudl tech Molly how to type, I could lay on the floor and she coudl transcribe for me. That would be nice. And she woudl feel useful.
I also worked a bit on our front door. There are these two weird rollers embedded in the door, that hold it closed, admittedly it is a huge front door, but these rollers needed a bit of adjustment. Once I did, the door stays nicely closed. Bonus, I felt handy.
Made meatloaf with scalloped potatoes for dinner. The reason I made meatloaf was, I wanted to see if I could optimize the meatloaf experince, by replacing the breadcrumbs, with mashed potatoes. It kinda worked. It gave a very meatloafy loaf, and it was edible, but it was rather more dense than a normal meatloaf. As experiments went, it was anti-climactic.
1,100 words down, and maybe 200 edited out of existence. So not a bad day of writing. I still feel like shit, stuffy nose, killer of a headache and all my joints ache – but I don’t want to complain. I’ll survive and not even remember it.