Divisions and Precisions

I think I've figured out

I think I've figured out why I can only work for about an hour before I get distracted. Don't laugh. I don't think I'm making excuses when I tell you the problem is that I can't get comfortable at my desk. I don't get it. I did fine while writing draft one, but now invariably, my legs start to ache, or my back starts hurting, or my shoulders do. I can't tell what I'm doing differently, but I gotta find another position. Lately every time I quit working it's because I can't stand sitting in this chair a moment longer.

Guh. Times like this, I seriously miss my laptop. Still, the book is almost half outlined, and it's tightening up nicely. I just wish I could work on it for more than an hour at a time.

Grateful

I have a new coat and new boots that fit and are warm. I have three bras that fit. Hallelujah, I have bras that fit. And are not being held together by safety pins. It takes a woman of a certain level of endowment to truly understand the pain and suffering caused by watching the one good bra you have slowly disintegrate, knowing you'll never find the same style in your size again.

I have the day's work clearly laid out in front of me. I know what I'm working on next. And I'm ready to actually work on it. I might take the afternoon off and go to a movie. Or I might not.

I have cocoa and Gershwin.

All is as right as can be in my world this morning.