The Muse and I are on speaking terms again, the Lesser Demon of Overanalysis has been put back in his cage until such time as his critical eye is actually useful, and I've managed to almost fill my daily word count quota. There is also office furniture enroute, so I can soon look at my notes while I type, without having to keep one hand on the precariously-balanced notebook in my lap. These are good things.
I have determined that, desk or not, I may need to rethink my habit of squeezing two, sometimes even four, pages onto a single piece of paper when I print out notes and drafts. The idea is to save paper, but two pages/sheet makes me squint and four pages/sheet requires me to put my nose on the paper and peer under my glasses to make it out. And even then, it's more like "those shapes on the page are vaguely familiar and remind me of what I think I wrote there" than "I can actually read those words." So uh... Yeah. The up side is, I have tons of papers and flyers from the boys' school with nice blank space on the reverse side--a full copy paper box full, at present, with more flowing in come the start of school in two weeks. I can still conserve paper and recycle! Even as I go blind.
Two weeks until school starts. What the hell happened to our summer?
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