Whatnot

M is a massive bundle of nerves. A road patrol lieutenant called him about half an hour ago to ask him if he was available for an interview tomorrow. At our house. This is a position M has wanted for almost five years now, so for once, he is cleaning the house and I am not doing a darned thing to help, which is a welcome switch (big point of contention between he and I--M = slob, me = likes things neat). I'll help him in a while, but for now I'm sure enjoying this.

He and I and my mom went to the zoo today. My dad was away for the weekend and my mom was looking for something to do, and M is actually off this weekend (and next, too, woo hoo!), so we went down to see the animals this afternoon. Cincinnati's zoo is actually pretty nice. I took some pictures, which I will get around to uploading to Flickr sometime.

I'm dreadfully behind on my NaNoWriMo crud. This week pretty much sucked--I don't know how things get so out of hand sometimes. I had to work late a couple times, and my dad needed help with this project, and I didn't feel that great, and my friend Nathan had to go and complicate everything, and I think it's a damned miracle that I managed to get anything written at all. I'm hovering around 3,000 words, which puts me at a deficit. I'm going to try to write more tonight, but I'm not stressing myself out over it. I have too much other shite going on to worry about some self-imposed deadline for something I'm doing on a whim. Oy. No more stress. Please.

I'm developing a humdinger of a sinus headache. M and I did about 2 1/2 hours of raking and mowing and yardwork this morning, and now it looks like we haven't done a damned thing--the backyard's covered again. Guess that's what happens when you have elevendytwo billion silver maples in your yard. It's supposed to be stormy and rainy and windy tonight, so I'm sure there will be even more leaves down tomorrow. They're awfully pretty and all, but they sure are a pain to get up off the lawn.

We're having this holiday bazaar thing at work and I've been asked to have some photography for sale. I'm really kicking myself for having shot smaller-sized files; most of my stuff can't be printed any larger than 8x10, although I do have some stuff I can blow up to about 11x14. I've been doctoring up old images to make them purdy and new. I've blown this one to the right here up to 8x10 and put it in a white-matted 11x14 frame and it looks right nice. Now I'm just spending my cash on a bunch of frames and getting prints made...kind of expensive outlay, so I hope some people will actually buy my stuff.

I sure hope this headache goes away. It's a nasty one.

Here's hoping M does well on his interview tomorrow; I know he's not going to sleep a wink tonight.