Last Night

Cal's swimming lesson went better than before, possibly because his normal teacher (a guy) wasn't there, so they had a supply who happened to be a girl--and yes, I think he really does respond better to women. Something about the vocal pitch, maybe. One way or the other, Steve being there also helped, and we got home in good time; I had a lot of pain in my back, but was able to make supper while Steve got him ready for bed, and we watched half of The Thing while eating.

Afterwards, however, I had the worst diarrhea I've had in months--painful, disgusting, wrenching. Something from Thanksgiving? Gluten-poisoned turkey, maybe? (It was cooked with stuffing inside, though I obviously didn't eat the stuffing.) I finally fell asleep around two and dreamed ferociously. Eventually, they turned into YA dreams rather than horror dreams (but they did contain horror tropes), and I woke on the dot of 9:30. I've been trying to jumpstart myself ever since.

Okay. My plan is to finish yesterday's rewrites, then conjure 500 to 1,000 new words. Be nice if I could get to early BodyCombat, but I don't think it's going to happen. Dad is supposedly showing up tonight, so I need to clear my decks. At least I'm clogged up again, if nothing else.

P.S.: Man, do the people next door literally do nothing but smoke dope all day and night? It's penetrating, and it doesn't ever seem to go away.