So that was Tuesday....

Today, as predicted, was not as productive. Unless you consider a "half hour lay down until the pain meds kick in" nap turning into a three hour snooze, productive. On the other hand, I did have a rather bizarre dream involving college, some kind of street carnival-slash-greenmarket with a little ethnic food faire on the side in a wooden maze-like roadhouse, and a Very Pressing Need to get back to campus except I'd misplaced my bag with my sneakers in it and when I got to the front where I was supposed to be leaving with people there was only an unmarked mini-van like bus pulling away on the city streets, none of my cohort and not the campus bus I was looking for.

Oh, and I was wearing a beige trench coat and had the vague sense of being Vastly Confused by Everyone, so my dream had me cosplaying Castiel? (the fictional character, not the cat)  Brain, you're weird.

So yeah, not a productive afternoon - although I did get chapter ten revised and fix a point one of my beta-readers caught. The rest of the day was given over to a 45 minute phone call to hash out a potential misunderstanding, a 30 minute vet stop (plus 15 minutes travel time), and back and forth emails with agent and editor dealing with DOGHOUSE (Gn & Tonic #3).

So, basically, today was my Saturday - a little work, a few chores, and a lot of napping.  And now I'm going to spend most of the evening watching tv and griping chatting with friends online about that tv.

I can mix one glass of wine with naproxin, right?