I didn't have to work this weekend!
Which happened to be particularly timely since I had a camera stuck down my throat yesterday to check on my acid reflux, which meant fasting and then being sedated, but even still, yay, not working this weekend!
(The endoscopy was fine. They got an IV started on the first try, which was a very welcome change from the last times I needed IVs, and I seem to come out of sedation a lot more easily than Chad does. Now my hips, on the other hand . . . )
Work earlier this week was kind of odd. Though I was behind my self-imposed schedule, which I did not like, I had this feeling of—clarity, balance, stillness inside my head, where there was nothing but the words that were coming out. (I don't think it was just the fatigue.) It was great and not quite like anything I usually feel. The trick is going to be still writing when I don't feel that way, since I can still be productive when I'm grinding out one sentence at a time. (Being behind schedule turned out not to be a problem, but I can't rely on that, either.)
In other work news, if anyone needs a hotel in Rochester, NY, I recommend the Strathallan. Quiet neighborhood, huge rooms, and an apparently-gourmet restaurant that I didn't eat in. (Well, okay, I had breakfast in it, but toast and cold cereal is not really a guide to the excellence of dinner.)
Finally, grrrrr, being spoiled for Trigun by an entrance post into a pan-fandom RPG. I suppose for many characters, there's no way to avoid major spoilers if they're being brought in post-canon, but still, grrr.
Oh well. Since I don't have to work tonight!, I'm going to curl up under a blanket and read The Mislaid Magician, which ought to more than make up for it.