The Red Shoes Dance V
And dance and dance and dance...
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The Ant is ranting about current politics. Which is good. But I haven't had enough coffee to entirely track.
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Thursday. Tomorrow is Friday. I got a full night's sleep, but I feel like I didn't.
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I wrote a new short story last night. I'm letting it rest for a few days before going back for the edit. It's an odd little beast: The Commodities Rebel. My brain is clearly hanging out in odd land.
I'm not painting. I am managing to get more photos edited, but that's about it. The stress has killed a lot of my creativity. Yet we get up and keep swinging.
No word from the mortgage company. I hate waiting.
And on that note, I must get ready for work. Looks to be very warm again today.
Oh, and I have an interview tomorrow for a job I already know that I don't want. Yeah. *sigh*