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Soooo...it's been roughly a month since my last entry. Cal is entirely recovered from his tonsilectomy, thank Christ; we had some bad times there for a while, mainly during the first week and a half, when I swear he was having some sort of existential crisis. I'd come into his room to find him moping around in his underwear, chin in hand, staring off into the middle distance like: Why did this happen? Why would Mommy and Daddy do this to me? Will it ever stop hurting? Morphine helped, but only a little, and I stopped giving it to him after the first week, for fear of addiction. I've never seen anybody so damn happy to go back to school.

Since then, it's mainly been writing--I'm almost done with "The Church in the Mountains," which I placed about halfway through putting it together, after which I have another story to write by December--and Litreactor, which takes up a surprising amount of my time. I also started a course of Cymbalta, which I'm mainly using to combat my insomnia; it works, to a point. I certainly stay asleep once I get there, and my sleep is good. Then again, it sometimes makes me sleepy during the day, which can be counter-intuitive. I've been listening to Audible again, too--Scott Thomas's Kill Creek, in particular, which isn't the best thing in the world yet worked really, really well for me nonetheless. I was impressed by its ability to evoke the process of being a horror writer, pitting four different types of such against a haunted house that desperately wants to be told of. The section where two very different authors each brainstorm how the other would write about the house made me laugh out loud, more with delight than anything else.

Otherwise--totally failed NaNoWriMo, as usual. Went to a party. Saw Thor: Ragnarok. All that.