Buh-horing
It's crap-ass times at the house of Files and Barringer, one way or the other: Illness, worry about money and employment, etc. Monday was spent running various errands, including attempting to transfer my RRSPs from TD to ING; Tuesday was about going to Service Canada, where I discovered it will take them five weeks to call and talk to me about job training options. No writing either day, though last night I watched Red Sands, the new movie from the same team which brought us Dead Birds--it's really solid, so at least I have a potential subject for my next FearZone column.
But yeah, Steve's freaking, and I'm not happen with myself for falling so sharply behind on my word-counts. Unfortunately, most of today is going to be about Cal's language assessment at the Geneva Centre, then BodyCombat. Mom all day. I need to regroup, just start inputting notes and clocking 500 to 1,000 on something. Three days is (more than) long enough.
But yeah, Steve's freaking, and I'm not happen with myself for falling so sharply behind on my word-counts. Unfortunately, most of today is going to be about Cal's language assessment at the Geneva Centre, then BodyCombat. Mom all day. I need to regroup, just start inputting notes and clocking 500 to 1,000 on something. Three days is (more than) long enough.