I think I’ve been over jetlag for several days now, but only today did my real energy come back. I got a good night’s sleep (as I have been most of the week), then did a decent amount of yoga, had breakfast, the usual.
Then I went on a tear. I cleaned and organized my desk (no small thing indeed!); began planning the upcoming trip to and from World Fantasy (very complicated–many moving parts, including my birthday); wrote a few of the realtors who have been sending me congratulatory notes on passing my real estate exam; put on gloves and went out and cleared the driveway of piles of lumber and weeds, moved the Subaru in, and unloaded all the granite and marble from it–photographic evidence:
(that’s just some of it)–; wiped off the spiderwebs and went to the gym and had an AMAZING swim–I was a demon, a dolphin, a SHARK, I swam so fast and energetic, I don’t know WHAT came over me; sat in the hot tub afterwards and began pondering the problem with Hobgoblin again, and realized one small thing about the world that led to realizing one large thing about the world, which so excited me that I had to get out of the hot tub at once and rush home and begin writing; went through two chapters incorporating the new realizations, though I’m not even sort of in the thick of it yet, but it’s a great start. I hadn’t worked on this novel in a month. Shameful! But, I have been busy.
Also I did a little cooking, and a little healthy eating, and I heard back from one of the realtors, so I may have something resembling an interview this week, though becoming a realtor isn’t quite like getting a job in the usual sense–my first clue being the flood of letters I got when I finished my training and passed the exam, all extolling the virtues of working for their particular agency. The two I wrote back were the ones which seemed the most personal and human-like, as opposed to spammish; and the note I’ve gotten back only reinforces that impression. So, we shall see. 🙂
Also, the matilija poppy continues to thrive:
Even though the rest of the garden is showing definite signs of Summer’s Over. Oh–and yesterday (before finishing the Joby proofing) I planted the rest of the mail-order tulip bulbs, and noticed that somebody had been digging up older bulbs. Squirrels? Just digging them up and leaving them on the top of the ground, not eating them or anything. How can I make them stop this? Bad enough they’re digging the old ones up; I certainly don’t want them messing with these new ones! If all goes well, it’s going to look SPECTACULAR around here next spring. Oh my goodness yes.