God, it feels like such a long aggravating day, with so little to claim as accomplished. I set out with a long list of errands, all of which I got done; but then returned home too late in the afternoon to dive into the BI MEN anthology. I primarily wanted to recontact a great number of folks but I let my attention be diverted by an antagonistic letter from a (different) publisher, which I felt I had to respond to right away. It was such an energy drain: if I'd just ignored it for a day I could have gotten a number of items checked off as completed or progressed instead.
As an archetypical Libran, eternally in search of beauty and balance, I constantly battle with myself about my self-discipline as a writer. How do I impose a reasonable work ethic on my creative impulses? I have seen the good result of discipline on my work, but it's consistency of effort, really, that I have yet to attain.
My right shoulderblade has been sore all day, too, which has made it hard to stay focused at the computer desk.
For those folks who've been so kind as to send their good wishes for my health, I want to thank you again for your support and prayers. I've just gone through a round of post-treatment check-ups and tests, and everything looks fine. And I am really, really happy to announce that a few days ago I saw a few very fine, white hairs growing in several places on the skin where I lost my beard from the radiation. So, your grateful Spunkdaddy is saying thanks to Goddess and Gurumayi not only for a strong general recovery but also for the likely comeback of my left beard. Let the REFOLLICULATION begin!
