For the first time in almost a week, I woke up this morning and didn’t feel nauseated. It’s amazing how much you appreciate feeling well after being sick for even a short period of time. It must take a tremendous amount of strength for people who are suffering from an illness they know will never get better from (my Grandmother, for example, went through this with ALS), to just somehow keep on waking up everyday. Anyhow, I feel good.
I was able to wear the new coat today. That means it was cold outside, 29 degrees Fahrenheit according to the little gadget in my living room that tells me the temperature outdoors. I got a few compliments at work about it, which is nice.
I bought a dozen roses for my wife yesterday, to thank her for giving me the time to go to that writer’s meeting, as well for letting me play hockey, and for taking care of our daughter, etc. A few women at work told me how nice I was for doing this. I’m really not that nice. It had been A WHILE since I bought my wife flowers. I was due.
I will let you all know how the writing group goes. The first meeting is Monday. I’m not sure if I’ll bring anything to be critiqued or not. I think the hardest part of the group, for me, will be giving criticism. That said, I know that is the point of the whole thing and will do my best to help my fellow writers.
I did some writing on my steampunk story yesterday. That makes me happy.