…actually, first things first: I’m trying to give some books away today and tomorrow. They’re all right here if you’re interested. Still making you buy Balremesh and other stories, though.
It’s been a rough day all around; I’ve been trying to get the house beaten into shape so it doesn’t look like it’s been Lord of the Flies here all week while my wife’s been out of town. I’m at the point where I’m going to shave the fucking dog bald; it’s not actually been all that hot a summer, but I think she’s actually developing allopecia as she ages– there is no excuse for the amount of shedding she’s been doing lately, and I’m worried that by the time my wife gets home tomorrow night it’s going to not only look like I never brushed her, it’s going to look like I never vacuumed either. Is that a thing that happens to dogs? I swear she’s never shedded remotely as much as she does now.
I actually got a fair amount done over the last couple of days, which is generally the standard by which I judge my weekends; the concept of “relaxation” being more or less completely foreign to me. It was a Good Weekend if I got a lot of shit done. It was not if I didn’t. This weekend’s been accompanied by a bit more headfuckery than I’ve had to put up with in the year and a half or so since I stopped teaching, but I think that’s just because I feel like I’m under deadline pressure to make the place look like a half-capable adult lives here. We’ll see.
There is also a distinct chance that I should seriously consider going back on my brain meds, but I’m trying to ignore that at the moment.
I caught the premiere episode of The Strain last night, which I found pretty compelling, so I’m watching the second right now. I may or may not write a few paragraphs of fiction while I’m watching it but I’m not going to hold my breath about it. After that, sleep, and hopefully no kicks in the kidneys tonight.
Wife’s back tomorrow night. Alhamdollilah.