Not Grandiose Either

[mrissa]

truepenny has inspired me not to get grandiose with the plan for the day. So here's what:

1. Sort and do laundry: sheets, towels, lights, darks, jeans.

2. Finish Chapter One of Zodiac House.

3. Finish letter to Lizard.

4. Do yoga.

5. Revise one chapter of Thermionic Night.

6. Bring in dried lavender and sage.

Okay, I think beyond that I had better play it by ear. See how long the writing takes me. Not getting grandiose is the point here, and I can feel my brain edging towards more numbered items. Bad brain, no biscuit.

Edited at 3:30:
7. Fix pepper beef and rice for dinner.

(The ones I haven't struck out, I've at least started, except for the yoga, which really ought to be done all in a bunch, though doing one or two stretches throughout the day is also not a bad idea.)

Comments

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I became temporarily convinced that I would never be able to cook (anything good) again. This also seems like a sign that I need a nap, or a rest, or something.

[mechaieh.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's one indicator. Another would be getting mad at a salad plate for slipping out of the cabinet and breaking itself, thereby depriving me of the (wholly theoretical) satisfaction of smashing it during a tantrum.