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Where were we? Weekends somehow I never stay with the weekday schedule, even when there's no apparent reason that anything should change. Number One Son is home, that's the only difference, but when he sleeps until noon, or two, it shouldn't be that different from him being in school. So why does my schedule change? is it just the weather? special errands? or increased flexibility, just so I can take a couple hours off in the afternoon to watch Twelve Monkeys with him, after he said such outrageously flattering things about how he'd really rather watch it with me.

So yesterday instead of writing the 2000 words on the memoir thingy, all I did was four pages or so of apahacking, stopping in the middle to watch Twelve Monkeys with my Dear Son. Says the woman with the impossibly high standards of the entirety of English literature staring her down for the last forty years. No Great American Novel this week then.

And I made a five-spice pork roast and yellow potatoes and salad for dinner and oh I forgot the new book I am reading and the errands in the morning. Today it is entirely possible I am going to again waste this valuable day of work time for a walk at the conservation park and a stop for coffee with Mr S, my Dear Husband (not to mention reading more of the new book).

It is not so bad, I think, that I have I have taken only two days off from Writing in the first half of the month. One day for apahacking, and one day, last Saturday (Saturdays are different), for social activities. You could read all about it in my LiveJournal. My day off, right. Publishing apazines and LiveJournal aren't really Writing, to some excessively critical part of my brain. If I would only download my LiveJournal into a Word document, and print it out in manuscript form, maybe then it would be. Ya think?