At long last, the snafu with my license is cleared up, and I am a real realtor now! Which is exciting. The training has been going well, but there’s been this constant “well you can’t do this or that or the other thing until your license comes through…” and now we won’t have to do that any more. Yay!
And I’m continuing my read-through of Hobgoblin. I thought I might finish today, but I came across one chapter that was just a shambles, and then the very next chapter needs to be written from an entirely different point of view, and maybe one character needs to lose his/her point of view throughout the entire novel, and I keep finding places where all the boring stuff is written out in luxurious, mind-numbing detail while the exciting stuff takes place off-stage and is just reported in ruminations, and….sigh.
I mean, on the one hand, it’s really encouraging that I’m seeing all this so clearly, and I know how to fix it. But on the other hand: SIGH! This is a huge repair job.
I still think there’s a good book in there somewhere. But boy, the layers and layers it’s buried under… :/
Oh and: I actually did (most of) my Ashtanga practice this morning. First time in months. I got to thinking about why I’m not doing it any more, and how similar some of the stuff we’ve been doing in yoga class is to that practice, and thought, Why not give it a try? So I did. It was very hard–felt good, but very challenging. I couldn’t do jump-throughs at all, and toward the end of the practice I even got iffy on the push-up part of the vinyasa, and I’m totally sore now, but–hey, it was my old practice! 🙂
So, now, Advil and bed.