I haven’t been in touch with many people for a while. I make no excuses. I’ve been busy. I have three houses in Austin to gad about between – two that I’m moving residency between, two that I’m sitting, and two dogs to exercise at different locations. Picture a venn diagram with dogs and laundry and food supplies and shampoo and four vehicles and three gyms and nine gallons of cider liberally sprinkled in the intersecting spaces. I have to every morning. See what it’s like? Do you? Do you see?
I’ve started a new training program which totally kicks ass. My ass is sorely kicked by it.
I had to change a tire on a borrowed truck in the thunder, and then wade through floodwater to move boxes of my possessions between houses this morning. Kind of cuts into socialising time.
I’m also pregnant, which is really taking it out of me, and playing havoc with my hormones, and I’m trying to reach a daily target of 5000 words for a novel that is due soon.
I hate it when people write long lists of disconnected things. What’s wrong with being a hypocrite? Everyone uses the word in such a pejorative fashion. I think criticising other people for doing things that I myself do is natural. Someone has got to eat the last of the world’s North Atlantic cod and it might as well be me. But then again, when I think about it, it’s okay for me to be a hypocrite but I don’t want anyone else to be one.
I look forward to seeing you all again.