Updates
On the weather, health, professionalism and writing.
C is doing somewhat better, if not exactly good. We are both getting a little more sleep. He starts PT at the end of the week.
Last night we were at Orca Books downtown and I realized (again?) that I’ve been reading almost exclusively non-fiction. I’m still not sure what that says about me as a writer. Also, I drove home from work in the pouring rain, and it had that slightly over-dense look as it hit the windshield, as if it wanted to be slush/snow. But that didn’t happen, alas.
This morning I took the bus; it was a brilliant morning, but the weather report says rain. I had to run for the bus, and nice enough to feel that I could make that dash (half-block at top speed in dress shoes!) without totally wiping myself out. Then when I got to the bus, the driver asked if I was “the girl who used ride the bike” — last winter/spring I put my bike on that bus and rode to the trail. When I said yes, he said he almost didn’t recognize me because I’d lost so much weight. 
Well, that’s nice. I’ll take that compliment, especially after the last couple of days, when stress, lack of exercise. lost sleep has thrown my eating habits and cravings totally out of whack. This morning I made sure to get a solid breakfast before I left the house, and I have a good lunch & an apple in my bag for later.
Tonight I’m supposed to teach a class about websites for other neighborhood association people. I had in all serious forgotten completely about it until I was skimming my email. Originally, I planned to spend last weekend getting my materials/notes ready…and yeah, that didn’t happen. So yes, I’ll be winging it. My current scatteredness makes me feel almost like a fraud explaining to others how to run their association sites, but I’ll live with that.
Weekend before last I finally used a Sunday Scribblings prompt, but in my paper journal. It was a powerful release, finding my creative spot in the prompt. (”I carry,” BTW.) I may worry about whether my identity still includes “being a writer,” but I don’t ever seem to entirely stop writing, one way or another.
