It was nice to get some email that showed that someone out there really does give a shit whether or not I continue my journal. Sometimes one wonders.

Every now and then Zeus will run to the front of the house and start barking furiously. The first three dozen or so times he did this I dutifully got up from whatever it was I was doing and went to see what he was barking at.

I don't anymore. Now I just tell him, "Zeus, no one ever visits us, no one ever calls us. Stop barking."

Yes, I'm in a funk. I found out that the academy is on indefinite hold due to an accident that happened with a reserve deputy several weeks ago. Even the guy who is in charge of it doesn't know when it's going to happen. So that has me pretty well bummed, since I was really ready to get started, and actually do something and meet people, and all that rot. There's just way too much in my life right now that's in limbo. Even my [expletive deleted] novel. The editor with whom I've been dealing will be at DeepSouthCon at least, and I hope to god I get some sort of final answer. I mean, reject the damn thing already if you need to, just give me some sort of final word so I can get on with things!

And of course, when one is in a funk, nothing seems to go well. I went running this morning with Zeus, and around the 1.5 mile mark he decided he wanted to sniff a dead turtle by the side of the road, so he veered in front of me, and I went flying over him and went splat. Scraped up my palm and knee pretty nicely. I thought at first I'd broken something in my hand because it swelled up hugely pretty quickly, but I put ice on it when I got home and it stopped hurting, so I figure I just popped a blood vessel or something. And my knee is now turning pretty shades of purple. Doesn't really hurt though; just looks icky.

So then I decided I'd actually try and do some [gasp] writing, and took my laptop down to the library. What I want to know is, whatever happened to the library being a quiet place? I mean, when I was a kid, it was deeply ingrained in us that voices should be soft, modulated, in order not to disturb people who were reading or studying. But there were people carrying on loud conversations, joking and laughing... and these were grownups! They should know better! I left after about half an hour, intensely aggravated.

Aren't you glad I'm still keeping my journal? Don't you love hearing me bitch and whine?