I had this idea of what November would be, which I realize now was mistake number one.  I knew the first week would be rough, as Anna was off school.  I knew Anna's birthday at the end of the second would make things more interesting, and then of course there is always Thanksgiving.  So I focused on the weekdays, thinking that after that first week things would be fine.

Ha.

So far I've been sick all this one, Tuesday debilitatingly so.  Today was fair, but I had to bake cupcakes for Anna to take to school, and then tomorrow morning is the day I volunteered to be at her school.  So this week is a wash, by and large.  Now--I did get to fifty on NaNo, but since my goal is 100k and I've done precious little this week, I'm not sitting pretty.  I also wanted to have a query and synopsis done this week.  I'm still sitting on a draft of the first and only a page of the latter.  The weekend is taken, excepting the write-in on Saturday night and anything I'm able to squeak in otherwise.

Tonight saw piano lesson, then cupcake frosting, then quick-do-homework then dishes, and then at half an hour past bedtime I put Anna into bed, and at this point I am so tired that I couldn't bear to do a thing.  I looked at the nanowrimo draft, saw that it actually was looking decent, and I think it may be gelling, and then i gave in and said screw it and surfed.  

I ended up with a ton of new LJ icons, and thanks to the people that made them all.  I watched that election 2008 meets Golden Girls about a zillion times, surfed more, and surfed, and surfed.  I feel better, actually.

Well, not my throat.  I'm pretty sure I don't have strep--I only had it once since I was seven, and it was last year, and that was HELLLL.  This isn't hell, it's a high-grade annoyance.  What I need to do now is go lay on my foam roller to help my shoulders, take more IB, beg a backrub off Dan when he gets home (if I can tear him away from the Golden Girls thing).  Maybe we can watch an episode . . . .

Anyway.  I have not done what I needed to do this week, and it bums me out.  But I'm listening to Alison Goldfrapp tell me I'm her Saturday, so I'm feeling pretty good.

If only I could surf and lay on the foam roller, I'd be so very happy . . . . .

 Yesterday I mailed out the query.  I had plans to post the sample pages & summary I sent on the friends filter and answer the other thing I started on here.  I still intend to.  But yesterday I sent out the query, which came on the heels of helping Dan move his office all weekend.

I cannot move, and I can barely think.  I literally stood in the shower half an hour ago staring at the bottle of conditioner wondering why I was holding it and what it was for, and there was something wrong with it, something I should be using first . . . .

So, I'm going to go mail my sister a care package and my mother a birthday present, and then I am going to sit on my ass.  For some time.  I will be back soon.