A Day of Rest (Sort of)

I did manage to get some writing done today. One chapter for 2,646 words. It took a bit longer to finish than I expected, which meant a second chapter would get split by soccer. Since this particular chapter needs a feel that I have to remain consistent on, I opted not to start it. I’ll sleep on it and kick it out tomorrow.

I also had another job to do: I had word from my father that my mother is waiting for my Christmas list. This meant I had to sit down with the catalogues that have piled up and go through them for cool stuff. I’m finding a bunch of things, but nothing without which I will die. I guess I’m at that point in life where I really don’t need more stuff. Books are always good—the gift that keeps on giving—and there are a few little techie things that look fun. Knives are also good—I have a nice collection and really appreciate the workmanship.

Fortunately, in going through the catalogs, I’ve seen some things which will be great for others. While I am making presents, when you find something that’s just perfect as a supplement, it’s worth considering. Plus, the sort of stuff I’m making is fine for my mom, her sister and several other women in my life, but I’m thinking not so good for my father or my brother.

I did have one weird experience today. I booked my flight back to Vermont for the holidays. As I was picking out flights and my seats, the total bill came up as $666.00. Interesting number—as random as any other, but interesting.

But when it came time to hit my credit card, the total had become $665.90! I don’t know what surprises me more—that they had a programmer put code in that watched for that price and had him deduct a dime so we’d not have this sinister number there, or that an airline is so tight that they can’t spare the other ninety cents. I’m sure they have caught an earful when that number comes up. I’m half tempted to get my next bill and call them, telling them that $325.00 is the number of a demon in my religion, and I can’t possibly take the flight if that is how much I am paying for it. It would be interesting to see how they react to that.

Tomorrow will be a big day for writing and shopping—I need to get supplies for Thanksgiving. Things will be made tougher because of soccer. We won, 8-6, and I made our last goal. We only had one sub for the women and for the men, so I also ended up running a lot. And on one play, I stretched to try and tip a pass in (I missed) and both my thighs are tightening up into rocks. Getting up and down stairs is so much fun now.

At least I didn’t hurt the hands.

November Word Count: Hard: 66,744 Soft: 14,543

And, yes, I did write an extra 78 words today so my total would not be 66,666 (or 66,665.9 for the airlines)