I finished my first screenplay--well, finished it enough to send it off to someone who knows enough to tell me what to edit first.
I bought two dress patterns in celebration. (Moneta, Coco.) Laura and I are currently having a little sew-along; both of us are making Emery dresses. As of two weeks ago I have thrown myself on to the dressmaking bandwagon with no hesitation or decorum.
|I got a new shirt.|
I filled out my tuition grant application.
I trimmed Simpkin's claws.
I thought about fitness goals and ate with a mind to "making my macros". This fervent intuitive eater is test-running a switch to calculated nutrition. What can I say? Intuitive eating saved my sanity and helped me gain a healthy attitude toward food. Now I want to know that I'm eating in a way that supports the development of a stronger, abler--and yes, more attractive--body. I just want my abs to show up. Today this quest involved a smoothie made with 60 grams of whey powder . . .
Thinking about fitness made me think about Allison. I suddenly wondered if I'd ever heard her sing. I looked her up on youtube, and promptly had a cry to this song.
I wrote a thank-you note.
I squished all visible worms on my cabbages. I transplanted about 20 chamomile plants from the driveway to the backyard.
I was envious of Glynis's morning project. So quotidian, specific, pertinent, consistent. It's extremely refreshing.
Tim and I are about to watch the last episode of the new Cosmos series. I'm going to try to knit the last couple inches of the second sleeve for this sweater.