Got a doctor's appointment in a couple hours. It's way overdue, postponed initially for session and then again when session was extended, so I'm glad to get it out of the way. But getting there is going to blow goat chunks. I'm having to take the MARTA train from work back to the North Springs station to get my car, then drive back into town through Friday afternoon rush hour traffic to Cumberland. Yuck.
fosteronfilm won't even be there to rant to and commiserate with about my drive when I get home. He's working the Atlanta Film Festival tonight (as he did last night). Sigh. So the home plan is to tank up on caffeine and hammer some wordage out.
Alternatively, I could put on a DVD of vacuous entertainment and veg with Hobkin. Decisions decision.
Word count is always good, but after the doctor-visit commute, I'd vote for vacuous entertainment and vegging with Hobkin. Hope your health survived the medical trip and the session!
And there's the weekend for both wordage, more entertainment, and more fuzzy whatzit snuggling. Plus Matt is home, I hope? R&R time, including writing -- you've missed the rush of logos over synapses, right?
It seems my good intentions are always left whimpering by the wayside, of late. Yah, after I got home and fed Hobkin and me, I turned on the TV and let it suck the productivity out of me. Sigh. But at least I got some Tangent work done even if I didn't increase my word count. And Hobkin got a lot of huggins.