weekends were made for...work?

erk!

I'm getting ready to go to the job this morning...afterwards, I need to help my Dad get the yard mowed...then off to a wedding (don't know whose, off the top of my head, I was just informed that since my brother, Robert, is on the road, I need to stand in for him in escorting my Mom).

Some new ideas about the next book project, and some other movements in the universe. I have decided that over the next few weeks I am going to "clean out my Rolodex"...meaning anyone who doesn't return calls repeatedly is going to be dropped from my contact list...I am tired of investing massive emotional energy in life-energy sinks. As the Divine Miss M, channeling Sophie Tucker, would say: "F*** em if they can't take a joke".

I eBay'd off one of the reserve copies of "PanthEon" I found the other day...this was a small stack of the books what I had autographed right out of the box, when I got them, for distribution, then mislaid them...since I have taken the book out of direct distribution, I figure I should go ahead and move a few copies of these to feather my rather Spartan nest. I'll eBay off another starting this weekend.

Lots to do, and little time to do it in...too little of time. Going to set up my first physical in half a decade next week (somebody's cigarette habit always came ahead of my need for health insurance during most of that time...) I have a notion of some of what will be found, and am not delighted by that cloud, but it will give me an opportunity to have a few things fixed that I know need fixing, and confirm a few suspicions that I lack the training (and fully-equipped lab) to confirm.

And I will not hesitate to relate many findings...not expecting one like the one about ten years ago when my doctor told me "You'd look better if you lost the weight, but right now I think it would take kryptonite to kill you". It's one thing to suspect you are freakishly durable (both a blessing and a curse) it's another to have a battery of tests and a respected, multi-board-certified professional tell you.

God still has a sense of humour. And I'm working on it.