Hangin' Tough...

Who really cares about the public option?

It's Monday night, but it feels more like a Thursday. Tomorrow (Tuesday) is going to be my last day of the work week. I've taken a precious day of vacation on Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, to make our next baby appointment and drive to my parents' place in Tyler. It's going to be a big family Thanksgiving, which is just fine by me because I'd rather not do any work for the event.

I've been fighting off a mean sinus infection, and I'm on a course of antibiotics that will hopefully knock it out. I'm also back at the gym this week. I'd allowed myself some time off to heal-up and rest. I know these three days I'll spend in the gym are for naught with the glut of calories coming, but it'll be psychologically beneficial if nothing else.

We've been stocking up on Christmas gear this year, as it's going to be our first at home. I've got to tell you, I've get a lot of respect for my mother's massive Christmas paraphernalia collection. Sure it might consume every square inch of closet space, and sure my Dad complains about it every year as he's lugging boxes around; but it'll take us years to acquire that much crap.

So personally, I'm still tired (seems I've been writing that a lot). For two weeks my bed time has resembled that of a 70-year-old. By 9 p.m. I'm beat and nursing my wounds in the bed and dreading the 5 a.m. alarm clock. This Monday I feel rested, perhaps a positive effect of the antibiotics running their course. So, with me getting home at 7:30 p.m. and going to bed at 9 p.m., the books haven't been at the forefront. I've really wanted to go back to my novel, but have been fighting off the urge. The bachelor book needs to be put in the ground. At its core, it needs to be gutted. There are moments of really crisp, really vibrant and clever writing that is exciting. But just as often there's just boredom. For example, a story I tell in the book about going to register for gifts. There're some funny parts about all of the stupid stuff that people register for and don't use. Then I counter with a boring few paragraphs of step-by-step minutia. Right after that is a funny bit about Bed, Bath & Beyond and how stupid married men dress. Then it's more minutia. So all of the minutia needs to be taken out, but I just don't have the patience (or time) at this point.

But I know what needs to be done, and we'll have to see when I get to do it. I always preached about working on stuff at least thirty minutes a day, but now I just don't have it. And with Luke on the way, it's going to be even tougher to find the time.

That said, there's a pretty neat little writing possibility coming up that could be a huge foot in the door. It's a long shot (like making it to the NFL long shot), but it's a chance nonetheless. So Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. Be safe.

Until next time...