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Aug. 14th, 2003 01:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pameladeanI am extremely abashed and pleased at the kind responses to my last whiny post, both in comments and in email.
And the discussion of L.M. Montgomery and of comfort books is marvellous.
A bit before I posted that entry, I bethought me that even though the national and international situations are enough to make any person of sense at least briefly contemplate jumping off a cliff; and that even though my career is tottering and my personal life about to suffer a dislocation and my finances not worth speaking of for a moment, my reaction to all this still seemed a bit off. So, I thought, exercise? Well, no, not for a few days. Fresh vegetables? Well, only very intermittently. Vitamins? Well, no, not for a few weeks.
So I snagged somebody's B-complex (we're out of multivitamins) and made some curried okra and some potatoes with spinach (working on the principal of using up vegetables that weren't getting any fresher) and grimly started my daily walks up, despite the icky weather.
That helped a bunch. In consequence of all this and a late-night conversation with Eric, I wrote 700 words on the Liavek novel. So, I stick my tongue out in the universe's general direction.
Pamela
And the discussion of L.M. Montgomery and of comfort books is marvellous.
A bit before I posted that entry, I bethought me that even though the national and international situations are enough to make any person of sense at least briefly contemplate jumping off a cliff; and that even though my career is tottering and my personal life about to suffer a dislocation and my finances not worth speaking of for a moment, my reaction to all this still seemed a bit off. So, I thought, exercise? Well, no, not for a few days. Fresh vegetables? Well, only very intermittently. Vitamins? Well, no, not for a few weeks.
So I snagged somebody's B-complex (we're out of multivitamins) and made some curried okra and some potatoes with spinach (working on the principal of using up vegetables that weren't getting any fresher) and grimly started my daily walks up, despite the icky weather.
That helped a bunch. In consequence of all this and a late-night conversation with Eric, I wrote 700 words on the Liavek novel. So, I stick my tongue out in the universe's general direction.
Pamela
