imaginarycircus

This virus is hanging on by its nails. I'm better, but not all the way and I tend to feel worse in the evenings. So tonight we went to Berryline and had waffles with frozen yogurt and fruit for dinner because grocery shopping and cooking were just beyond us. David had the apple cinnamon yogurt. The tartness of the apple works very well the tartness of the yogurt. I definitely prefer their fruit flavors to the chocolatey/sweet ones.

Wooster cat is cranky. He kept stretching out to claw my leg before no matter how far I moved it away from him. And he was thwacking his tail like I insulted his grandma. IDEK.

There have been several posts about mental health and ptsd on my flist lately and I've been thinking a lot about going back into therapy because the CPT helped enormously with my hypervigilance, but my insomnia is still ridiculous. I know why I have it--I just don't how how to make it better. Maybe I can't--but it's worth trying.

David has his first gig as a consultant. It's eight weeks and he may be traveling for part or all of that time. I'm not sure how I feel about being alone in the apartment at night--so therapy might be good for that too.

I keep editing and refining and smoothing the manuscript. I've changed the opening and poked at it and I think I'm happy with it. We'll see. I have no idea what to do about the ending. Readers are still totally divided on which ending is better. Hopefully I will hear from a couple of other people in the coming weeks and that will help me decide. I don't mind sending out the MS with the longer ending though, at least not to flaky agent. And I want to start querying as soon as possible so I don't get lost in the holiday shuffle, but that may be inevitable.