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Oct. 8th, 2016 12:27 pmThe members of my family who are Florida residents survived Matthew with no damage, thankfully. My sister had an electrical line down in her backyard, but FPL came out yesterday and took care of it and her power is back on. That was the worst thing that happened to anyone and I'm thankful.
I got all of my assignments for the various holiday fests I signed up for and happily, I have ideas for them all and one has 2500 words written and is fully plotted to the end. For a procrastinator like me, that has to be some kind of miracle.
Hubby has decided that he's going to try his hand at improv. There is an improv group in town, and a bigger one in Nashville called, believe it or not, Nashville Improv. He started going to the shows and became interested in doing it himself. He has "volunteered" a few times to get up with them during a performance, and he's done well, but he is so nervous he can't relax. My husband is very funny and really quick--but he is like a deer in the headlights on stage. So, he's signed up for their classes, the next series begins next month. He wants to see if he can really do it or not. I hope he finds a way, because he would be so good if he would stop thinking and just react like he does during day to day conversations.
My brain is screaming at me to cancel the trip to Misti-Con. It's seven months away and I'm already stressing about it. It is so far out of my comfort zone, I'm freaking out a bit. Nearly cancelled it the other day, but hubby talked me out of it.
Work is doing everything it can to make things shitty for the workers. September 1, 2020 is my retirement date and it can't get here soon enough.
Nothing else much going on. Going to work on the fic today. I might even get it finished...or nearly so. :)
I got all of my assignments for the various holiday fests I signed up for and happily, I have ideas for them all and one has 2500 words written and is fully plotted to the end. For a procrastinator like me, that has to be some kind of miracle.
Hubby has decided that he's going to try his hand at improv. There is an improv group in town, and a bigger one in Nashville called, believe it or not, Nashville Improv. He started going to the shows and became interested in doing it himself. He has "volunteered" a few times to get up with them during a performance, and he's done well, but he is so nervous he can't relax. My husband is very funny and really quick--but he is like a deer in the headlights on stage. So, he's signed up for their classes, the next series begins next month. He wants to see if he can really do it or not. I hope he finds a way, because he would be so good if he would stop thinking and just react like he does during day to day conversations.
My brain is screaming at me to cancel the trip to Misti-Con. It's seven months away and I'm already stressing about it. It is so far out of my comfort zone, I'm freaking out a bit. Nearly cancelled it the other day, but hubby talked me out of it.
Work is doing everything it can to make things shitty for the workers. September 1, 2020 is my retirement date and it can't get here soon enough.
Nothing else much going on. Going to work on the fic today. I might even get it finished...or nearly so. :)
