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handful_ofdustCute alert: Cal--now basically better, though he's been having some weird poop issues--has taken to intermittently putting the monkey-suit on and dancing around, up to five or six times a day; last night he even said he wanted to sleep in it, though I guess he reconsidered. He also found a YouTube video he likes a lot of some little kid knocking bowling pins over on a Big Wheel and showed it to me, grinning, like he wanted me to laugh along, which I did. (This is a lot like how he'll suddenly come into the room when I'm working and say: "Laugh, Mommy! [Waits for me to laugh.] Okay, now you laugh [Laughs].")
Meanwhile, I still feel...okay, I guess better than I did, though not by much. Still got the constant snuffle and the morning cough/retch/hork routine, the almost total lack of energy or concentration. Yesterday I spent the entire day making a fix document for the first Rope of Thorns .PDF, adding a bio, dedication and back cover photo (because we do those, now--very small, but photos nonetheless), then converting the .pages file first to a .doc, then to an OpenOffice .odt. And by Christ Jesus, it apparently worked: Gotta keep that in mind as the way to go when I finally move into Tree of Bones for reals, which needs to happen ASAP.
Otherwise: Still haven't done much with "Lagan" since last we spoke. Still haven't started updating Music at Midnight, which lies embarrassingly fallow, considering it's supposedly my "professional" site. Still haven't figured out why Twitter suddenly dumped the ability to cross-post to Facebook, and how to turn that back on. Still haven't thought particularly hard about things like updating my Wikipedia page to reflect the Hexslinger 'verse. I need to at least do fucking maintenance work, if I can't do anything else.
Aaaaand...then there's the problem with Cal's EA at St. Mike's, who I'm beginning to think just genuinely doesn't A) understand the concept of IBI/ABA and B) certainly refuses to initiate or elaborate on any of the stuff I've shown her thus far, in terms of dealing with Cal and making him work up to potential. The last time I went to pick him up, he was pulling crap with her that I'd never let him get away with with me, ie falling on the floor and pretending he doesn't know how to velcro his own shoes. I get that she's old(er) and English isn't her first language, but perhaps this is the root of the problem, and if she can potentially be replaced by a younger person without an accent who's willing to work with Surrey Place rather than against them, I know I need to make that happen long before he's left with her as his only intercessor.
But it's haaaard. It's exhausting. I'm not a social person. No one will like me. (Then again, people probably don't frigging like me much now, so what's it matter?)
All right. Happy Valentine's, etc. I need to get my shit together and go bother some people.
Meanwhile, I still feel...okay, I guess better than I did, though not by much. Still got the constant snuffle and the morning cough/retch/hork routine, the almost total lack of energy or concentration. Yesterday I spent the entire day making a fix document for the first Rope of Thorns .PDF, adding a bio, dedication and back cover photo (because we do those, now--very small, but photos nonetheless), then converting the .pages file first to a .doc, then to an OpenOffice .odt. And by Christ Jesus, it apparently worked: Gotta keep that in mind as the way to go when I finally move into Tree of Bones for reals, which needs to happen ASAP.
Otherwise: Still haven't done much with "Lagan" since last we spoke. Still haven't started updating Music at Midnight, which lies embarrassingly fallow, considering it's supposedly my "professional" site. Still haven't figured out why Twitter suddenly dumped the ability to cross-post to Facebook, and how to turn that back on. Still haven't thought particularly hard about things like updating my Wikipedia page to reflect the Hexslinger 'verse. I need to at least do fucking maintenance work, if I can't do anything else.
Aaaaand...then there's the problem with Cal's EA at St. Mike's, who I'm beginning to think just genuinely doesn't A) understand the concept of IBI/ABA and B) certainly refuses to initiate or elaborate on any of the stuff I've shown her thus far, in terms of dealing with Cal and making him work up to potential. The last time I went to pick him up, he was pulling crap with her that I'd never let him get away with with me, ie falling on the floor and pretending he doesn't know how to velcro his own shoes. I get that she's old(er) and English isn't her first language, but perhaps this is the root of the problem, and if she can potentially be replaced by a younger person without an accent who's willing to work with Surrey Place rather than against them, I know I need to make that happen long before he's left with her as his only intercessor.
But it's haaaard. It's exhausting. I'm not a social person. No one will like me. (Then again, people probably don't frigging like me much now, so what's it matter?)
All right. Happy Valentine's, etc. I need to get my shit together and go bother some people.
