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What went before ONE: So that's scary. I got up to walk around the corner and get something out of the printer, and -- one of my earrings fell out.

But that's not the scary part. I found the earring, but I can't find the back -- yanno, just one of those tiny little silvery lock things? Looked everywhere with my friend Mr. Flashlight, looked inside my shirt, looked, yeah, everywhere, because who knows when it went AWOL and I just hadn't moved my head sharply enough to dislodge the ring?

Finally wound up vacuuming the whole house, and still no certainty that I found it. It's not the loss of the backing I'm worried about; it the loose piece of metal on (possibly) the floor with four floor inspectors on-paw.

Argh. Now I get to breathe deeply and try to get back to work.

And I say again -- argh.

What went before TWO: Six hundred sixty-one new words today.

Didn't finish my scene, and also didn't find the back to my earring. The WIP is now +/-52,400 words and the little piece of silver is on the knees of Bast; I've done everything I can.

I hear there's supposed to be a splendid full moon tonight. Of course, it will be cloudy here in Central Maine. Honestly, you could make a calendar.

Speaking of calendars -- one of our needlework members is newly arrived in Central Maine from Arizona and she was remarking on how late it stayed light here. Which -- official sunset is 8:30, but it's not really DARK until 10/10:30. Turns out in Tucson, sunset is at 7:30? In JULY? How is that even a thing? And then I remembered back in 1999, when I had to travel to the San Antonio Worldcon, and I'd gotten up at Maine Rising Time, and -- it was still dark out. On account the sun don't be rising in San Antonio until 6:45, Texas Time, and at home, where we do these things normally, the sun rises at 5 am, but it's light enough to drive at 4.

So, that's the news and babbling from hereabouts.

Tomorrow morning, I have errands and an appointment with the chiropractor, where, this being the end of my second two-week adjustment plan, I'm hoping to receive good news. Tomorrow afternoon, I hope to complete today's scene and maybe start another.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

So. Friday. Cloudy and damp. Once again the call is for rain. We Shall See.

I have been to the grocery, the post office, Reny's, Day's, and the chiropractor. I tried to stop at the latte truck, but they weren't open when I went by at 8:30ish. Probably just as well.

Consultation with the chiropractor has produced a schedule of weekly visits, stretching out to every three weeks. First session of the new schedule being next Friday (unless something goes bad before that). And we'll see how that goes. Fingers crossed.

Took on a crazy flowered shirt at Reny's, as well as sox, butter chicken sauce, jasmine rice, and hangers, since I apparently have a hanger-eating gremlin infestation in the laundry room.

At Day's, I acquired new backs for the earrings that I lost one back to, yesterday. The new ones made a very satisfying CLICK when I shoved them onto the post, so I have some confidence that these will stay where they're put.

The butter chicken sauce and the jasmine rice will join the last pork chop in the joyous celebration of lunch. Honestly, I don't know how people can be enthused about eating three times a day, every day, 365 days a year. Hoping that the slight weirdness of today's lunch will renew a flagging interest in food. I'm trying to stave off the part where I'll take anything -- ice cream! a doughnut! -- as long as I've eaten something.

Once I finish this dispatch, I will throw a load of shirts in the washer, make (and eat) lunch, then get with writing.

How's everybody doing today?