Got into San Diego last night. My uncle is visiting so I'm sleeping on the living room couch (which is actually remarkably comfortable). The dog, as is her habit, turncoated and hung out with me.
This was of great relief to the uncle, who said she'd been following him around the last two days.
This afternoon we're seeing 2012; after that, who knows.
NaNo is a lost cause. It's all right. At some point I'll want to write again, but I don't think this is the point in my life to push it and then feel guilty when I can't bring myself to do it. On the plus side, I do want to start working on my other tales again; Lusitania and Escapist are completed novels that need work.
Maybe I can spend the rest of '09 in editing mode, then hop into writing mode in 2010...oh, let's hope.
Coffee and cereal for breakfast. My uncle and mother are discussing religion and what it does to people. The knee feels much better; I'm just going to relax this weekend and not go sprinting around. Let the damn thing heal.
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