The nights aren't shorter, you're just sleeping less

Working doubles is No Fun At All. Go to work in the morning before the sun rises, go home after the sun sets, go directly to bed. Get up before the sun rises, go to work, go home after the sun sets, go directly to bed.

Is my life exciting, or what?

I am behind in my photo project. I will rectify this this weekend.

I am on target for Beyond the Pale, which now has nine new chapters up since the beginning of the year (if this were NaNo I'd be behind, but it's not NaNo, so there). I am almost at ten percent of my goal. Yay! The writing itself is a little uneven. I'm back where I was in 2004 in terms of ease of writing: I can do it, but I'm struggling with a lot of the phrasing, expressing my ideas in a way that's both clear and pleasant to read. I suspect that one day I will have to go back and polish the whole thing with a vengeance.

I am still struggling with tomorrow's script, but many of you have already listened to me whine about that enough. It's coming along, and will be ready in time. I am less enthusiastic about Capricornucopia this year for the simple reason that I'm exhausted and it crept up on me almost unawares. I've had a kick-ass idea for next year, too, and it's hard for me not to get all excited about the new shiny and focus on the task at hand, which right now feels as though I'm vastly underprepared.

*sigh*

I'm not being very up-beat these days, am I? I'm sorry about that. I don't really have a good reason to whine so much. I promise I'll try to keep on the sunny side of life a bit more. :)

One more slot!

I still have one more spot open for someone wanting a hand-made present from yesterday's meme. Now's the time to sign up! Last spot!

Gretzky update

The good news is that it's nothing that appears to be life-threatening. No diabetes, no kidney failure, nothing like that.

So yay!

The bad news is that we don't know what kind of infection she has.

The somewhat-bad news is that Gretzky should be feeling better by now, and as far as I can tell she isn't, really. I'm not sure if it's just wishful thinking on my part that makes me think she seems to be breathing a little more easily and has a bit more spring in her step. At least she hasn't given me any more "Oh my God is my cat in a coma?" scares. Small mercies.

I have to call the vet today to give her an update on how Gretzky is doing. I think we'll probably have to go for another round of antibiotics next week. At least with the new injection it means I don't have to fight with her, and it means I can also carry on with my other plans without having to leave her overnight at the vet's (because I would never, ever subject one of my friends to the horror of having to pill my cat: it's like a scene out of Exorcist, I swear).

So, yeah. The news is lukewarm, but at the very least I know that she's not dying. She's just got a really really bad cold.