Today was brutally cold. The appointment with the psychiatrist was today, and that went well. Then it was off to the local gourmet market to find food -- lovely, lovely oranges, nice and heavy. Alas no babka available, but we did score some nice cherry turnovers and black-and-whites at the bakery nearby. A lot can be done when you can find some good food.
Started in on Anne Perry's The Twisted Root, another of her William Monk novels. I'm also trying to get some reviewing done, with mixed results. I guess that I am in a writing slump. Trick is to keep on going, and keep at it.
The sciatica is still bothering me, and making it very hard to get around. The cold and getting up and down stairs certainly don't help either. I have muscle relaxants for that, thank goodness, but those take time to take effect.
The whole mess with my ex and his SCA career still has me wondering. Not that I am sorry to hear of it -- I'm not, that man has been begging for a good crash for years, and I can't help but laugh at his situation. Karma in action, baby. And what I really love is that I didn't have to do anything to him. I just get to sit back and watch. Yes, I know this is pandering to my lower self, but it just leaves a good happy glow in me to see him get some comeuppance. But what has me curious, is how did it come about? I don't have any contacts in the local group any more, and it's back on the other side of the country, so...
But if there are any SCA'ers who read this blog, let me know. Somewhere, there is somebody who knows what he and that wife of his did to mess up the works. And it takes a lot to force a territorial baron to step down -- usually it's being caught with their hand in the money jar or letting their membership lapse. Leave a comment if you want to help me track down what happened.
Now to get back to my writing. I will get a review up tonight.
Ok, review posted. Whew. I know that I feel better if I can get a review up that day. News of the weird -- Uruguay has legalized marijuana, heavy snow in Jerusalem, and stuff so strange that you know that it can't be made up. I used to fret over the strange stuff, now I just laugh and let it slide past.
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