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desperanceOkay. My doctor and I have conspired against entropy today, as my plumber and I did yesterday. I have the good drugs to keep me breathing; I have the good drugs to stop me hurting. I have the sore shoulder from the injection to stop me dying.
I have a novel to finish, and thereafter a draft to kick into shape. I have my kicking-boots ready.
I have an engagement this afternoon, and a book to read, and many books to sort through.
I have a cat in my lap, as it happens. He doesn't care about any of that. It is ... not impossible that his not-caring is infectious, but I will try to muscle through. As much as I can, at least, without disturbing him.
It's funny, sometimes he really doesn't feel like a twelve-pound cat. At the moment he's all fluff, no weight to him at all. At other times? Oof.
I have a novel to finish, and thereafter a draft to kick into shape. I have my kicking-boots ready.
I have an engagement this afternoon, and a book to read, and many books to sort through.
I have a cat in my lap, as it happens. He doesn't care about any of that. It is ... not impossible that his not-caring is infectious, but I will try to muscle through. As much as I can, at least, without disturbing him.
It's funny, sometimes he really doesn't feel like a twelve-pound cat. At the moment he's all fluff, no weight to him at all. At other times? Oof.