I am officially ready to move into a bubble. After last week’s cold, I ended up with a 24 hour stomach bug Thursday of THIS week. I have since bought more probiotics and immune booster vitamins in gummy form (because I’m a lot more likely to take my vitamins if they’re gummies). Also got my flu shot and started diffusing thieves oil to kill the funk. I am TIRED of being sick. Hubby’s cold is still hanging on with a cough that won’t quit. Of course, this would be rectified (probably) if he actually took the medicine I gave him or reminded him to take. If he doesn’t do it RIGHT THAT SECOND, the concept leaves his head and it doesn’t happen.
I’ve been working on getting back in the groove on Something’s Gotta Give. This has been going slowly, though I’m at about 7500 words since last week. I’m not hung up with a gut level “this isn’t right,” but I already know most of the front end is going to get rewritten in revisions. Which is fine. That’s what revisions are for. I’m finally up to the inciting incident today, which I’ve been looking forward to for months. I’d love to knock it out and get the next scene in my secondary project done (it’s been languishing), but I’m not holding my breath on getting to both. I’ve still got All The Laundry to do, menu planning, and some cleaning. I lost most of yesterday to trips to Walmart and Kroger (OMG SO MANY PEOPLE) and to Huck’s first day of obedience training.
So, yeah, baby boy has started obedience school. I think he’s going to end up doing quite well. We’re going to introduce him to clicker training next weekend. I’m working on implementing some of the same methods with Callie (who is going to be 8 in February) and she’s totally looking at me like I’m insane. “Mom, this is not how we do things.” Hubby found out that our trainer has her own dog trained to recognize the difference between beer, water, and Coke (and can therefore fetch one), and totally wants to train Huck to do this. I do not trust him not to eat something else out of the fridge.
October is nearly over, which means the DREADED DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME IS NEARLY OVER! This time next week, we’ll be an hour closer to my actual natural body clock! Whee! This makes me unbelievably happy. Getting up in the dark is for the birds. I’m still on a night owl kick, having a hard time getting sleepy any time before midnight without a hefty dose of melatonin, but I blame that on being off for such a large chunk of time last week.
I’m currently sorting out the best way to implement a referral program for my newsletter sign ups. The two options I’ve got are this: a) Person doing the referring gets a free book (this would be pre-selected for automation purposes, so no choice involved) and person signing up gets a free book (right now a copy of Be Careful, It’s My Heart is the reward for signing up) or b) Person doing the referring gets entered into a drawing for an Amazon gift card (monthly drawing) and person signing up gets a free book. In this scenario, the more friends successfully referred, the more entries into the drawing. I might do a combination of both to implement it (as a lot of folks on my mailing list have probably read the book I’d be offering to the person doing the referring) in the first place, and then automate moving forward. Anybody have thoughts on this from the subscriber perspective?
I’m starting to think about Christmas shopping. I used to have such fun Christmas shopping. These days, other than shopping for my friends who all like the same stuff I do and ergo are not hard, I find it to be this huge pain in the butt. Why can’t all people everywhere love books like I do? I was much better at remembering stuff people mentioned they liked or wanted back before I had to do all this adulting. Now it tends to go in one ear and out the other. I try to remember to write it down, but I’m lousy at it. The fact that MSU is having a cheese shortage this year (Mississippi State University is famous for its cheese) is really throwing a kink in some of my recurrent gifts. No edam? No vallagret? Dude! (Sorry Mom, there will be no birthday cheese this year. Blame the university). Plus it’s hard to think about the holidays being not that far off when it’s STILL HOT OUTSIDE. But I’m trying. I would like to not be sailing on the Good Ship Failboat for gifts this year.