In Shadows

I live.

Rheumatologist appointment this afternoon. Going to see about changing my meds. My eyesight is getting a bit worse (at least enough for me to notice) and that’s one of the side effects of the drug I’m on. Also going to see about another cortisone shot for my foot.

Writing’s been . . . slow. Just haven’t had time, it seems. My bad, since I’m the one who has to make time. Instead I’ve been keeping up on the chores and doing the odds and ends tasks that pop up after a move. A few days ago I got in about 800 words on Orphan Maker. That chapter’s almost finished. I have a few hours alone this morning while the wife goes to work - I’ll see how much I can get written.

I’m kind of getting nervous about Orlando Bardcon now. I agreed to do the Sunday breakfast thing and a reading. It’s suddenly occurred to me that I’ve never done a reading before. * gulp * Top that off with hearing loss and my comfort levels fall way off. I can’t gauge how loud I am and I’m usually accused of mumbling. And if there are Q & A sessions afterward, will I even be able to hear what’s asked? YIKES!

Then there’s the whole issue of what to read! * shiver *

And here’s something for you patient readers out there . . . chapters twenty-three and twenty-four of the Iditarod tale. Next week will begin the actual race! YAY!