June 11

Today was a pretty exhausting day, though only because at the end of it, when I came home, I offered to set up a small fence in the backyard for my mother. It’s an improvised affair, with some wire mesh stretched between two large poles between the house and the fence, there just to keep the dog from helping himself to vine-ripened tomatoes (a delicacy he discovered a taste for last summer), but it took over an hour of pounding and digging to get the thing set up. My right arm still feels like it’s hammering.

Other than that, however, my day was actually very boring, with nothing much to report. I am glad tomorrow’s Saturday, I’ll say that much.

June 9th

No sooner had I woken up this morning than I sprained my ankle. I’m still not quite sure how I did it, or even if a sprain’s really what it was, since I was pretty much fine by the time I got to work. But I was a little iffy on my right foot for awhile there, unable to put all of my weight on it.

Other than that, it was just a cold(er) and rainy day here.

June 8th

All I know is, today was Tuesday.

I didn’t sleep so great last night, waking up sometime after 3 am and finding that I was, amazingly, wide awake and unable to get back to sleep for at least another half an hour. That I didn’t oversleep this morning is, in itself, a minor miracle.

Beyond that, it was a pretty boring day. This evening, after a longer short story stalled out on me, I brushed off a shorter piece that had been rejected back in late March and sent it out again. We’ll see what comes of that.

Onward, now, to Wednesday.

Happy birthday, Dad!

Today is my father’s sixty-third birthday. He’s diabetic, but I managed to get some sugar-free chocolate muffins which stood in for cake, and my mother gave him some presents. He’s difficult to buy for, but he enjoyed HBO’s recent The Pacific miniseries, so I bought him the companion book and With the Old Breed, one of the two books the series was based on. Now I just need to figure out what to buy him for Father’s Day.