loaded_march

Saturday was my first official vacation day. I spent 80% of it in bed from a migraine. Absolutely 0% of me was surprised. I did, however, manage to write 657 words.

Sunday was a migraine hangover day, so I spent it doing zero writing, watching terrible B movies, and getting started on knitting a Ravenclaw scarf for a friend of mine. Sorry, folks. I'm an unrepentant Slytherin.

Today, I went to the gym, cleaned the bathroom, had a nap, and scraped the 657 words because the beginning didn't make sense given the rough outline I'd written or the character sketches. I did end up writing 1007 words, though. Figuring out beginnings is a pain.

In other news, I was on my way to the tissue paper box on top of the kitchen, because I had a drippy nose, when I was intercepted by the Spouse, who hugged me from behind, having just come home from work. I leaned my head back to say hi, he ducked his head down and glomps my nose...

And promptly stepped back to sputter and gag and try to clean his tongue on his sleeve (and later, on my sleeve, along my cheek, and through my hair), because when he glomped my nose, he also licked off the drippy goo.

I don't think I giggled so hard or for so long in a very long time. Man, I'd needed that laugh.