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Things I have learned about my working style this year: I do not work well under pressure. I like to finish things while the deadlines are still well away on the horizon. In cases where I cannot do this, I get very stressed out and cranky.

I hate missing deadlines. I hate asking for extensions on deadlines. Hate, hate hate, hate hate.

I really do not micromanage well.



Slept for an unheard-of 8 1/2 hours last night; fell into bed at 11:00 because my whole body ached with tiredness and slept clear through to 7:30. Rolled out of bed, are something, and went for a run/walk.

The roses are starting to bloom; the last lilac in the park (an old-style aromatic lilac with tiny little blossoms and a strong, sweet scent) was dropping its petals under the rain today, but still carried a lot of scent. The bigger-blossomed lilacs are all over for the year. Mountain laurel is out, and rhododendrons. God, rhododendrons are ugly.

I saw a great blue heron fly over, though, and boy, that pays for a lot. 

The running went well today. I'm pleased. I managed to jog the whole mile out (except walking the first block as warmup) and then mostly-walked the 2.5 miles around the park. Then ran the mile home. It was raining and cool (60 or so) and I always do better in the rain. Soaked my shoes; I hope they've dried out a little by tomorrow. But I felt really good the whole time I was running--cardio was strong, I wasn't hurting for air, and other than moderate calf cramps when I was jogging, no physical problems. My lower back was fussed about the walking, but I stretched it out some, and that helped. It's hauling these darned boobs around. Ridiculous things.

Climbing tonight, and maybe I will even feel strong for it. I have a lot of zip right now. Maybe it will last.

120,157 words so far this year.
127.9 miles to Lothlorien. I have reached the Sirannon and found it dry.

Work for today is to continue reading greygirlbeast's brilliant, evocative, nihilistic A is for Alien and thinking about what I want to say about her work on acritical level. Also, a Shadow Unit vignette is poking me in the brain and I should write that.

Work for tomorrow is more A is for Alien. Really, you know you're jealous that I get to read this now, but you don't yet know how jealous.

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I've never managed to warm up to rhodedendrons in captivity, because unless they're blooming, they're nothing you want to see. There's a reason why they refer to things like "laurel hells" and "rhododendron hells" up in the mountains. There are patches of woods up there where it's more like walking through a nest of pertrified cephalopods than ahything suggested by the phrase "a walk in the woods".

Then there's the poisonous honey.
Did you see the blue heron at the park you ran through when you were visiting us? Tali and I see him(?) there once or twice a week, it seems.
I missed him!
They're awesomely alien. I love them very much.

And egrets. Wow.
Praying mantis is the state insect of CT. *g* <3<3<3<3
Great blue herons are, well, *great*. I get pissed when I find them dead in a ditch, roadkill.

Bitterns, however, are just weird.
There's a GBH colony about a quarter mile from where I'm sitting. It's very cool to see such big leggy birds land in the top branches of 100-foot maple trees with a couple dozen of their buddies. I used to be able to get within 50 feet of the trees where they nest, but the blackberries have taken over that part of the park.
You probably already did it, but yank the insert out of your shoes for more expedient dehydration... :)

Thanks for posting about your runnings, by the way. It inspires me. Some day I may even run again.
Things I have learned about my working style this year: I do not work well under pressure. I like to finish things while the deadlines are still well away on the horizon. In cases where I cannot do this, I get very stressed out and cranky.

This is so me. I hope you do better things with my brain than I normally do, now that you have it...
Rolled out of bed, are something, and went for a run/walk.

This tyop is sublime. I know exactly what it feels like to roll out of bed and forget that I am something.
Your getting stuff done early must be the universe balancing out for me always being *right* on deadline before I can get anything finished.

I used to joke that the best time for me to write was right after the first deadline had passed. I've always been more productive under pressure.