After much, much, much writing… the goal is now two thirds complete for NaNoWriMo 2015. The story? It’s gonna be longer than fifty thousand words, I think.
a mash-up of romance & belief
Romance in 2015 has been upgraded.
Now, rather than simply the obligatory box of chocolates for the classic Hallmark(TM) love holiday, we are apparently destined to a future of ever-more-loudly extolling the wonderfulness of our relationships through grandiose twitter status updates. We are adrift in a technological loveless anarchy of strategically changing our Facebook profile photos to a smooshy-faced couples pic with our significant other bearing a caption that leaves no mistake about the awesomeness of our partner. We are primed to validate our romance by the power of sheer external belief, a belief that is measured in likes.
I’m cautiously optimistic. If I’m still using the number scale, then I’ve spent the better part of the day around a 2… which is good… damn good. It’s especially good since I haven’t taken so much as a milligram of pain meds all day. It could be that I had the day off and wasn’t sitting at a desk all day, either. Moving around a lot seems to help. I mowed the lawn, killed some weeds, and planted some shrubs. A few twinges here and there, but there were spans of time when I wasn’t even thinking about it. So? Cautiously optimistic, though still no running until at least Tuesday. *sigh*
#100happydays #dailyhappy (1/100) …an unexpectedly-awesome discussion about on-run nutrition with eight eager runners at my thursday clinic night.
Claire was at the dentist this afternoon! Cavity. Baby tooth. But the freezing is just coming out. Guess who’s NOT a happy camper right now.