This afternoon I finished my four days of minding m'boy while Nibs was out. That's why I haven't been out yet this weekend, and why I blew off Steampunk University: I promised my son we'd see the Blue Angels. In truth, I love being buzzed by loud, sexy planes, too. After that, the rest of yesterday afternoon was taken up with Project #2 - like the evening before that, and the morning before that. I'm hoping to have made significant progress on it. I should find out in a day or two.
I've discovered that when my son forgets to take his Prozac, odd little fixations take over his mind, e.g. positively needing to walk this other dog that he walks for $ instead of eating dinner with me. And arguing about it with me for fifteen minutes. I've never been entirely comfortable with medicating my son into something resembling typical brain function, but it does seem to beat the alternative.
Oh: m'boy told his mother over the phone what I thought of her writings about me before I could stop him. Murphy strikes again. Nibs & I haven't talked about it yet, but she says editors she was talking to in Portland told her to write much more before she brings a proposal to them. There will be Discussions.
Speaking of Project #2, I spent part of this afternoon moving furniture. My back is not happy, and I want to go out tonight. Harrumph!
I've discovered that when my son forgets to take his Prozac, odd little fixations take over his mind, e.g. positively needing to walk this other dog that he walks for $ instead of eating dinner with me. And arguing about it with me for fifteen minutes. I've never been entirely comfortable with medicating my son into something resembling typical brain function, but it does seem to beat the alternative.
Oh: m'boy told his mother over the phone what I thought of her writings about me before I could stop him. Murphy strikes again. Nibs & I haven't talked about it yet, but she says editors she was talking to in Portland told her to write much more before she brings a proposal to them. There will be Discussions.
Speaking of Project #2, I spent part of this afternoon moving furniture. My back is not happy, and I want to go out tonight. Harrumph!
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