Well. Yesterday could have been... better. It could also have been a lot worse, mind you, but it still could have been better.

I forgot my editing at home, so I had nothing to do when I was trying to clear my brain of the enormous confusion that is my work.

And the Particle did not want to be forgotten, so I ran practically the whole gamut of pregnancy symptoms. I was sleepy. I was ravenously hungry. I had to go to the bathroom every forty-five minutes. I got weepy over a tense but not particularly emotional scene in the book I was reading. I took things personally that had nothing to do with me.

K.T. had positively the most infuriating doctor's appointment it's ever been my misfortune to hear about. We all spent a while angry on her behalf.

The Hall session was tense, for no apparent reason.

By the time we went to bed, I was feeling sort of useless and fret-y and, well... pathetic. A good cry might have helped, but I couldn't really work myself up to it. So I kept Matt awake for a good hour while I whined at him. (Matt gets a gold star and a cookie for being sweet and patient and not telling me to just go to sleep, already.)

Here's hoping today is smoother. For a start, I remembered my editing.

--Liz