Yesterday was another day of getting nothing done, but at least I had a good excuse this time. And at least we didn’t spend the whole Alyssa Day watching TV for a change. Heather and Alyssa spent some time playing outside, both here and at the park. And I brought out my Sunshine Family dolls; we all played with those for a few hours. It was a decent day.

 The other night I picked up (what was going to be) my next read, One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Right inside the front cover was a check for $3000. For a moment my brain went “WOOHOO windfall!” Then I realized, yeah, of course it’s not my money. I thought okay, I’ll mail it back to the people whose address is on the check. Then I checked and yes, it had already been deposited. So no worries. I used it for a bookmark, but then I decided I’m not going to read the book after all. Two reading sessions and I just couldn’t get into it. Nobel-Prize-winning literature, but all I could think most of the time was ugh, this reminds me too much of D.H. Lawrence. So back in the library it goes. I shredded the check just now; it was from someone in Colorado, btw.

Listening to: Ear Biscuits, “Once in a Lifetime” by Talking Heads, “Standing at the Door of Self Discovery” by The High Strung

 Well dinner is on for tonight. I just hope we’re not out too late; I want some Sims time. I didn’t get to play on Thursday or last night, and only about 45 minutes on Friday. I miss them. I know, pathetic. But I also didn’t get to junk-journal last week or this week either. I had to do a lot of catch-up yesterday evening.

 Well anyway. The weather’s been warm the past few days, which probably means we’re due for another cold wave soon. Can’t wait til it’s nice enough to put the library out. I did add a few more books to the stash over the winter, which I wanted to do. Both levels of the stash, even.

 I have at least one of everything in my buffer box right now. I haven’t decided when I’ll start putting it all in the shops though. I’m still moving stuff back from Ko-fi to Etsy. I’m just keeping the books and bookmarks in the Ko-fi shop now. I mean it doens’t really matter, since I haven’t sold anything online since . . . November. Yes, I keep promoting. Nobody seems to care. ah well. A little more than two months til Con. I wonder if they’ve announced guests yet, speaking of . . .

 No. ah well again.

 My thinking seems to have stopped. I mean, I could write about my latest Tumblr encounter, with somebody pretending to be a well-known author (without having a command of the language that author writes in or knowing how many books she wrote – “up to 30” they said, when I asked). That got boring quickly, though, so I reported them to the actual author and then blocked them. Tumblr won’t actually let people report impostors on someone else’s behalf.

 And that’s done too.

Watched: Quantum Leap

 Heidi, at dinner: “So Trina, are you still writing?”

 Of all the questions people ask about my writing, this is the one I absolutely loathe. It is so fucking patronizing, like writing is a silly hobby I really should have given up by now. Which is probably why it’s mostly my relatives who ask me. (I will only allow it if Myron asks, because I know he actually Gets It.) In the car going home when I mentioned it, James suggested I should respond with, “Are you still breathing?”