I generally don't use the high beams at all, unless I'm on a completely deserted back road; saves the trouble of remembering to flip them off if someone approaches. (Flip off the lights, not the other driver, that is... unless they really deserve it, though they wouldn't see it at night anyway...
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And it's Thursday night. Watched the early-drop new Expanse episode (and bonus mini-ep). Might go to bed early, because sinuses are trying to sinus on me again.
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Friday evening, and feeling Xmas breathing down my neck. Will be spending a lot of time in the workshed trying to finish up ornaments (which I really wanted done by now - I started the frellin' things early enough - but they have a way of stretching to fill all available time to Xmas. And the next phase involves extra drying time issues, because I'm using squeezy-tube paint stuff that always takes longer to dry than it should. Gah...). And I already know Monday's going to be effectively lost: I'm getting my booster shot at noonish, and I think Mom has plans to "ride along" and run other errands while I'm out of the house.
On the plus side, pretty sure I'm done with holiday shopping. (Mom even got in touch with her ever-elusive brother, wonder of wonders. He's where most of us are this year: overwhelmed and depressed and feeling stuck.)
Guess I'll trudge off and try to do some spitballing to keep the writing wheels turning, if minutely, then head to bed and maybe reading. Really feeling on the fence about my current read; going to give it another couple nights to convince me it's going to be worth the 600-page commitment versus tossing it in the giveaway bag and starting something else from the TBR pile.
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And it's Saturday, late afternoon that feels like evening because dark and dismal time of year is dark and dismal. So far, more or less on track (knock on plywood) ornament-wise; adjusting my plans and expectations accordingly. This next part's going to be the iffy one, because the little squeezy-tube paints always take longer to dry than the paintbrushy paints - sometimes a full day. And you do
not want to handle squeezy-tube paint before it's fully dry, or Bad Things happen... don't ask how I know that. Anyway, got about all I'm probably going to get done on that today. About time to start dinner. (Steak night again. Might make some beef gravy for something like variety. Whee... livin' wild and free, here...) And if the sibling doesn't rope me into watching too much crud again, maybe I can grab a transcription thing tonight. (Last night she wanted to finish off CSI: Vegas. Improved by the end, though the plot was rather contrived and the show is still weirdly split between old guard and new; they need to beef up the new cast, and they really should've sent Gil and Sarah back to their boat now that their legacy case is done so the new faces can stand on their own and flesh out - on the assumption that the final scene is promising another season. I like the chemistry of the pair who are in the field - I suck at names - and the boss finally came along, but the rest are kinda just there, quirks without actual characters behind them, and there needs to be a bigger ensemble in a CSI show, IMHO...)
And, spoiler alert, did not manage to grab a transcription gig tonight. I think a lot of people are off for extended holidays and jumping on the site to snag their own work, and I'm just too slow on the refresh button. Eh, well... I'm fortunate I don't really need it, it's just extra income. So I've been listening to Xmas music while writing up my writing year in review (naturally not quite finished, but realistically I won't be posting that many more reviews this year; the audiobook I'm on, maybe a couple more, and possibly a hardcopy or Kindle. And I'm about to give up on my current hardcopy read... Ever read a book where one culture is made so flatly Wrong and Backwards, metaphorically spitting on babies and kicking puppies for no reason but to show off how Wrong and Backwards their culture is, just so one character in that culture can seem Good and Enlightened for questioning why they kick puppies? Sort of a shortcut to separate the Good and Bad characters for the reader without having to actually round them out or create cultures with nuance or layers or anything? It's feeling like that... not sure how much longer I'm going to give it to show me something other than those flat characters and flat cultures...)
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And it's Sunday afternoon, a nicely rain-free day spent mostly going back and forth to the workshed. Got the seal coat on the fronts of the ornaments; need to do the backs, seal them, then do the final color wash and seal that. The suckage level is tolerable with my low standards.
Also got some wrapping done; hit the end of the paper roll and the end of the tape roll at the same time. And I still have a few things left to wrap, dang it... Will have to see if anything is available when I go out tomorrow. (I have more tape, and I do have a roll of paper I can open if I need to, but it's really nice stuff and I'm reluctant to crack it open just yet...)
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Sunday evening, and was about to watch something (transcription being another washout) when Mom decides that Right Then is when bills needed to be paid and rants needed to be ranted. (She flusters when trying to write checks, and Dad can't do that anymore, so I'm the one who has to write them out for her to sign. Part of why I know 2022 is going to be even worse than 2021...) So that killed that. Maybe tomorrow night, as a reward for getting my booster shot... wouldn't hold my breath on that, though. She has a sixth sense for sabotaging any effort to do something on my own. I get it, she's frustrated and stressed and not dealing at all well with various Things. But I'm stressed, too, dang it, and her dumping her stresses on me 24/7 isn't exactly making the stresses go away...
Sigh...