Today is sad. Turns out empathy speak is no match for moon in Scorpio. It wasn’t as bad as Thanksgiving, but I’m coming off a crappy weekend and don’t have the energy to pretend otherwise. We had one communication hiccup first thing Saturday and empathied our way out of it. Great. Another permutation of the same problem happened within about an hour. We talked again, got on the way to a better place. Fine. While taking action to repair the second problem, the third wave of the same basic misunderstanding hit. At that point, I was empathied out. None left. Downhill from there.
I was going to try polishing up something else I wrote a while back like I did yesterday, but I couldn’t even get it up to play editor. Feh.
Good things I can tell you: I warped the inkle loom. I might try and get some pictures, but no promises. I’m pages away from done with a book that I was scared to finish (I’ll tell you about that later). Andy put cardboard behind my desk to block some of the cold air, and it’s helping. I got one small thing done: chopping up a stack of rescued paper for scrap to use for notes. Not a huge accomplishment but that stack’s been nagging me for a while. I’m glad it’s gone.
That’s it. High hopes for tomorrow– I get to see my delightful hairdresser, Mary. I just wish I could get her to come to my house so I didn’t have to go out in the cold.
