I've had a bad case of the Idonwannas at work for the last week or two.

For instance, my boss was out of the office all last week. Normally that's a sign for me to really dig in and get a ton of stuff accomplished, but this time I just...didn't.

Admittedly, I had 2-3, hour-long meetings scheduled for pretty much every day of the week, but aside from those, I really wasn't as productive as my conscience thinks I should have been. Don't know what my problem was (is). Don't want to, that's all.

I'm having the same mood this week but thanks to the Magic Power of Guilt, I'm getting a lot done.

In spite of my perception that I accomplished almost nothing at work all last week, I was completely exhausted by the time it was over and I slept until 9:30 (!!) Saturday morning. That cuts seriously into a person's Weekend Play Time. Especially if, like me, your idea of a weekend involves starting each day with a two-hour coffee-drinking, toe-wiggling session.

Still. Did some shopping, did some eating, did some dinking around. All very low-key. All very relaxing.

Sunday, did some writing. The latest version of the SEN is finished and I've put it aside for the obligatory cooling-off period. I had some Stellar Ideas for improving it late on Sunday, but I didn't feel up to tackling it again.* Unfortunately, I didn't even write them down.

Otherwise, I feel a waning of the SpikeObsession. The sort of waning that leaves the love intact but allows one's brain to move on and watch other shows, at least occasionally. (I won't be writing anything unless I can get some episodes of something watched. )

Blah, blah, blah. Today the weather is filthy. Cold, rainy, blizzards to the south and east of us, gale-force winds moaning through the building like voices of the damned, etc. A good morning to be home, curled up in bed with an overstuffed pillow, a hot cup of coffee, and something good to read, but here I sit, virtuously at work.

In theory, I'm having dinner on the 16th St Mall tonight, then walking over to the library for the training meeting for Doors Open Denver, but it sounds less appealing than it did when we planned it. I had something more along the lines of a balmy spring evening in mind, you know?

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* Okay, actually, a Good Friend sent me a link to the LoP site a couple of weeks ago and, as I was previously unaware that Lust Over Pendle was one story in a series, I'd been waiting until I had time to tackle the entire page full of stories. Sunday, I dove in headfirst. I'm not a HP fan but Hall's LoP universe makes the world a better place.

I haven't actually finished all of those yet, but after I do, next up will be a Wodehouse/Sayers crossover story I read about on torch's site. I figure, if she's praising it, it must be fabulous, right?

I can't believe I've sunk to reading crossovers in my old age, but I'll take good writing wherever I can get it. (Actually, I had no idea that Hall had turned her LoP stuff into serial crossovers. I was a bit disappointed by the first one, as the crossover was handled, very implausibly, as, "Poof! You're in a new universe!" and it wasn't a universe I'd ever heard of. The second one, so far, is just charming, even though the characters crossing over into the HP universe could be complete OCs without, so far, damaging or changing the story at all, but that's pretty much the risk you take writing crossovers and I don't really care because I’m enjoying the story enormously.)