(to-do) bleah. yeah, that's what i said.

Bleah.

Don't know if it's that monster storm coming in, the fact that I've run myself into the ground over the past two weeks, the fact that hubby was sick on Sunday or an unholy combination of the three, but the migraine from yesterday has metamorphosed into a horrid sore throat that is leaving me sounding like I've been gargling Jack Daniels and broken glass for the last thirty years, a stuffed nose that won't quit running, and a body that is insisting that at some point during the night, two tractor trailers ran through the bedroom, right over it. Twice.

So yeah, not going to work today. Instead, I'm going to curl up next to my heater and try and catch up on some things. I have a working printer again, so that's good, and I have just about everything I need, so that's good. I just need to do it.

And that requires energy. Which I don't have. So we'll be limping through the to-do list today.

1. Send back contract to Jeff.
2. Check email.
3. Do questions Unit 1
4. See if Unit 3 seminar is available. If yes, listen and post questions.
5. Discussion questions Unit 3.
6. Homework Unit 3.
7. Put together and print out copies for the scrolls for Saturday
8. Edit for S&S
9. Work on Dress of Doom

I'm exhausted just looking at it. Think I'll get a cup of tea and something solid in my stomach, roam through my F-list, and then start.

Bleah.

(metrics) Words, at least.

While I'm fuming at my class, I'll post my counts for today and then head to bed. Because if I don't, I'm going to write something both the professor and I will regret, and I, at least, am going to try and be a professional about this.


Starting Count: 94610
Ending Count: 96318
Net Gain: +1708
Current Word YTD count: 3674


Starting line:
He ground his teeth together. “No,” he admitted. “Not really.”

Ending line:
There was a hard edge to Nikki now: she was honed, like a fine blade, and Sylvia had no doubt the young Horseman was just as deadly.

Darling:
Madness had an army; Sylvia had known that, subconsciously, but she’d never really seen an army before, and the sheer size of the mass roiling on the lawn awed and scared her. It wasn’t even just the numbers of creatures. It was the Power leaching off of them, stirring the air like a major storm. Like the night of All Hallows’ Eve.