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I fell into the rainy summer lazy trap yesterday and did nothing.

Actually, technically I did a lot. I wrapped up copyediting a chapter of math textbook for Dan. It was engaging and work-ish at the time, but in retrospect, doing stuff on the computer just doesn't seem like work. One reason I liked the Thresher job so much.

And then I spent an entire evening, from 6 when Joodles came over to maybe 11, either working on the beading for my Crash Kings mountain shirt or sitting on the exercise ball behind the couch bothering Dan and Joodles while they worked (poking them, using their shoulders as face rests, the occasional bite of faux-boredom). That accomplished much less.

In any case, it is time to resume reasonable exertion towards my own specific goals (and I do have some, which in my life is not common). I'm going to Shepherd to practice and write. It was storming like a very stormy thing about half an hour ago. Maybe it will thunder on me on the walk over (it's blazing sunny outside right now).

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Okay, I feel a little bit better about my endeavors and my accomplishments today, but that's not sticking to the inside of my ego. I actually snapped and made a fairly mean (and lame) insulting crack at Bryan just now, out of weird weepy defensive brainspace.

I walked to Shepherd in the thundering downpour. It was awesome. And there was both Writing and Practice accomplished once I got in the building. Right at the beginning of either of those pursuits, however, is a discouraging morass of difficulty. I stayed till around 4:30 and checked to see if Anderson had any visitable residents before I walked home (it didn't). The sky had let off dripping by then, but it was still nice and wet on the streets and sidewalks; drainage in progress but not done.

As I crossed the second-to-last street before my street, a coughing, wheezing, clanking car slowed down and nearly pulled over, and the cute ponytailed boy in it asked if I needed a ride. I automatically responded with an incredulous "no, thanks!" before I thought about it at all. Since it wasn't obvious to him where I was going, my response may have been unnecessarily vehement. I suppose I could have accepted a ride to somewhere just to see what kind of person still offers random barefooted chicks a ride; he looked pretty harmless.

But I came home under my own power and did Dan work till there was no more left for me. Joodles came over and completed our little company evening in front of the TV (So You Think You Can Dance and Antiques Roadshow are the work-noise of choice), did work, and then went away pretty early to exercise and sleep, round 10:30. I was sad. I feel like time is disappearing out from under me in Houston, but I don't really want to think about that at this point.

So I clipped Prince. He's not done, but it's a start. Poor dog has his feet fall out from under him in the tractionless bathtub where I do the clipping, and his hips are going, so it can't be comfortable, but he bears it well. And now he'll be much cooler.