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It's the little things

Today started as a 5% battery day. You know the ones. Your entire body feels too heavy to move. It's a task and a half just to breathe in. Building a pillow fort to hide in is just too much effort.

A very much dunwanna day.

I dunwanna get up. I dunwanna get clean. I dunwanna get dressed. I dunwanna bark the kids into getting ready. I dunwanna get dinner started. I dunwanna do anything.

What I want is some major-league me time and extended cuddles with Beloved. BUT... obligations suck.

Chaos needs new shoes. I need to find an agent who can handle my assorted madness. I WANT AN INCOME, DAMNIT!

And we all need a dinner where the instructions aren't "Add boiling water and wait two minutes".

So I did the whole 'uphill through tepid tar' slog where I made myself do all the nonse that I just dunwanna do. And though I didn't feel much better afterwards, I did treat myself a li'l.

You're going to be appalled. I can tell. But one of my lifetime pleasures is split pea and ham soup with buttered bread stirred into it to make a goopy, sloppy, slurry. If I can get away with it, stirring egg noodles into it instead of buttered bread is my idea of a fun time. I call it "Zombie Brains" and it is my all-time best comfort food.

Yes. I know. I've given all the foodies and all the flavour aficionados who actually read this part of my blog some serious nightmares. I'd apologise for that, but this is not a thing I am about to give up. Ever.

I can't do drugs. I'm allergic to alcohol. Leave me the vice of horrible, horrible food concoctions.

And I should celebrate a few things, really. Like - running out of readily available garbage to fill the daily bag that I've been filling in order to whittle down the scrattle in my house. I've passed the halfway point of clearing all the dirty cloth items off of my laundry floor.

But all I can focus on is how much of the house is still a sty. If I can stir myself, I might sweep the entire floor tomorrow. Doing the kitchen was something of a success. I managed to wow my little darlings into seeing the benefits of all this cleaning up we've been doing. Not that they're enthusiastic about continuing the cleaning, but we all have to start somewhere.

I dunwanna look for an agent. I want the agent to miraculously find me. But that's not how it works. Sigh. It's gotta be done and I'm the only me I have.

...yoiks and away...

Fun was had

We had a good handful of hours out. The entire family commenced their Pokejourney and, thanks to some lures set out by the businesspeople of Chermside, the little darlings and I leveled up a snootch.

The kids got more leveling done because my game crashed 90% of the time. My fickle fingers worked their anti-magic once more and I spent most of my time attempting to load pokemon go.

But I still made it to level 8, so suck it.

There's an

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Pokejourney!

Beloved and I are both into Pokemon Go. I'm team Red. They're... not. I only joined the red team because I knew my heroes in Steam Powered Giraffe both played team Red.

7200 miles away and they help me make decisions like this 9_9

BUT - there is an astonishing dearth of Pokestops out in the wilds of Burpengary, so Beloved is still taking me to an area thick with Pokestops and maybe a gym or two so I can (a)

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Turn, you damnéd gears!

I know, Shakespeare never wrote any such line. But he should have.

I did a wall-of-text bitch session to my beloved and they have now vowed to assist in the whole "this part of the process needs you" deal. Y'know. When they finally stir themselves from a nice, comfy bed and a good ebook on their kindle.

Of course my efforts to find an agent via LinkedIn require me to pay them money just to attempt contact. As in, LinkedIn wants money

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Deep sigh...

I'm having a hump day. Very much aware of all the things I really should get done but also depend on the actions of others.

I need to get Adapting out to my beta readers. Or that writing group who could allegedly help if they didn't hate science fiction. BUT - I need Beloved to get it reader-ready because nobody but your own, strange and humble martian actually uses Pages for the Mac. [And even then, not for much longer. I'm now

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Fan-frothing Commence...

Anyone who follows this blog knows that the best band in the world, Steam Powered Giraffe is bringing out another album, Quintessential, around Septemberish.

Part of the hype includes little sneak peeks that the members release just to hear us make interesting squeaking noises. I'm sure that's their motivation.

And I now have permanent tabs open to listen to said sneak peeks whenever I'm feeling particularly unmotivated. Look:

[Shown here: Screen shot of a window on my compy featuring three tabs. One

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Up and down, up and down...

Once again, it's another trip to Maroochydore for Chaos' greater mental health. Good thing I got the paperwork done for that as soon as I could.

I have until August to chase down the paperwork for the paediatrician, and thereby gain Chaos some special schooling. All in-between de-mucking the house, teaching Chaos and Mayhem some good habits, and attempting to keep myself fit.

And writing a novel.

And building earrings and a small business in a niche market.

And getting samples ready

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Oof

My mornings are rather busy, thanks to back-to-school shenanigans. And since Beloved is busy a lot, too, the cuddle time I thought I'd be getting is still lacking. Boo.

Most of my morning spoons are spent arguing with my little darlings. Getting them to do the things they should be doing anyway. Mayhem provided the most opposition, this morning. Refusing to do a sink wash and thereby fill the drainer so I could empty it.

The final argument was that I could

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My pokemon, let me show you it

Yes, I have joined the bandwagon. I have pokemon go on my phone. I haven't joined a team yet, and I only have one critter in my collection. And no pokestops in sight.

It's a bulbasaur and I have zero idea what to do with it because my last pokemon adventure went thus:

  1. Play the game for two hours on an emulator on my old PC
  2. Get stuck with no idea what to do next
  3. Google strategy guides
  4. PC flatlines forever

This

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Herding ducks

Almost, but not quite as bad as herding cats. But I have to line up all the ducks for Chaos again because...

  • The free paediatrician managing all of the ASD nonse has moved to Cape York or somewhere that's an embuggerance to get to.
  • Leaving myself to break in a new paediatrician
  • AND I have to round up all the paperwork that will see Chaos in a special school for her higher education
  • Which might also mean that I'll also have to
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Slow progress

Solar drying is going to save us on the electricity bill. Rounding up the rubbish is going to improve my ability to breathe, by and by. Eventually. And putting the clean things away is going to help us keep track of the filthy things. Of which there are lots.

As with always when I attempt to clean up, my lungs do protest too much.

And I still have yet to scatter the house with insect baits. Sigh.

But I can see that

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Home again, home again

I took off from Tullagawoopwoop a little after eight AM, and thanks to Molasses Traffic [it was thicker than a traffic jam] it took me nigh on to twelve hours to finally reach my favoured domicile.

And upon my arrival, Beloved just had to take me to dinner and a movie. The Warcraft movie, of course. Because we're all old-school nerds who used to play it when it was a top-down RTS. Before it became an enormous MMORPG that we just can't

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OMWH

It's go or woe time, dear readers. Home or bust.

I yearn to hold my little darlings again and I will even let them whinge for a bit before I tell them to clam up.

And dinner will probably be the best box that Maccas can offer. Because HJ's stopped doing family dinner deal. The buggers.

And with all good luck, I can snuggle up to Beloved and get a good, long inhale :3

I will not unpack all my earring nonse

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Fingers crossed for tomorrow

With all good fortune, the roads should be clear for my return. I have no doubt that my little darlings are getting anxious. Tonight, I shall do all the packing I can so that there isn't a mad scrum tomorrow.

Because snow is due and we all have to pray that escape is possible. Fortunately, I have access to experienced folks who can take me over the dangerous bits if it comes to that. I really hope that it doesn't come to

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It's Raining

And in the middle of winter, when I have to go over mountain passes, that means black ice. Possibly the deadliest thing to happen on roads shy of drunk drivers.

Which means the roads of my egress are closed.

Which means my scheduled scarperfication is delayed until the roads are cleared.

And since it's raining, the only other path for buggering off is flooded because gully country. And I realize that will only make sense to Australians so: gully country is where

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