February 10th, 2016

Paul Neyron rose 2

Wednesday so far

I turned off the computer around 11:15 p.m. and read through my review and the correspondence about it.  I went to bed around 12:20 p.m.  I don't think it took me long to get to sleep.  I woke at 8:00 a.m., and decided to stay up.  I figure I got about seven and a half hours of sleep, and I woke naturally well before my alarm.

I sat under the full-spectrum light and read the previous book in the series to the book I'm currently editing.  The set-up in the first book made the second make more sense, as I thought it would.  I read through the second, my current editing job.  I had some work to do, but nothing major.  I'll return it soon.

Slightly later: I saw that Rainjoy had posted a new Musketeers fic on the 7th.  It's unrelated to any of the others.  I read that, and texted WhiteSheepCBD to tell her about it.

Later: I wanted to go with Dad and wait in the waiting room while he had his weight-loss class.  Dad said he was mad that I ride along when he goes to things at the VA and just sit in the waiting room there.  He wanted me to sit in on the class, or he wouldn't let me go with him.  I really wanted to get some things I needed a car for done between his class and my appointment, so I sat in on his class, although I felt like he'd blackmailed me into it.  It wasn't a bad class.  A psychologist talked about how people think about eating and weight loss, and how they could think positively.  It was just that I was anxious about meeting a group of new people, but Dad didn't think that was a real reason not to do something.

We got to the grocery store, and I made it to my appointment.  I texted and called various people after we got home.  I called J.C. to see how she was doing after her knee replacement.  She said she was getting better.  I left a message for E.H. asking if she wanted to go to lunch sometime.  I chatted with Riah.  YMCA-P. called me.  A. and I made plans to talk this evening.

I returned my editing job.

Die_traumerei put up a new chapter of her fic, and I read that.

Later still: I played angry music for a while.  After that, I talked with A. for about an hour and fifteen minutes.