Inside

I did not step outside once today.

I slept and cuddled.

I did laundry, experimenting more with the kitchen timer and getting vinegar into the rinse cycle.

I cooked, ate, and washed dishes.

I read about finances, updated my list of expenditures for the month, arranged payments on my credit cards online, and called one credit card company to request a rewards check.

I watched the movie "White," the second in the series with "Blue" and "Red." I agree with Robin that I like "Blue" better than "White" because the characters are more likable, although there are some very nice scenes in "White."

Chikuru says it was at least 100 degrees outside today.

Tired

Couldn't fall asleep for a while last night, thinking of the next exciting book idea I'll never write.

Then my brain crumpled at work while working on about sixty course schedule changes. Most of them required lots of clicking and waiting without my actually having to make any changes to my system. I now get up and shift my weight from one foot to the other once or twice during each wait to keep from falling asleep.

Seven of the change forms inspired me to write e-mails to the course scheduling head. He figured out today's broken thing of the day:

Whatever the programmers did to make sure that statement #1 disappears when it should also makes six other statements disappear.

I wrote over 5,000 words on my new book idea I'll never finish (on personal finance for teens). (That's equivalent to three successful nanowrimo days, except that this is nonfiction.) I worked on the "values assignment" for the meeting we're having tomorrow where we will discuss values for the office. I answered people's questions. I helped a guy think out what insurances he wanted.

I finally did part A of applying for a job opening in science writing. (This is the part where you apply by submitting a resume, and then you get an e-mail thanking you for expressing interest and telling you what you have to do to actually apply.) So now I have to come up with three samples of published writing. And figure out some references who think I can write. Tiring.

Bed time now. Eight and one half years to go.