I so, so, so hate when I make myself do housework with the promise of some fun story planning after, but when I get there I'm just too tired. I did half of what I wanted to today cleaning-wise, let myself drive to the nicer library in another town to write anyway, and when I got here I couldn't outline Halara AT ALL because I'm so exhausted and brain-fogged.
I think I'm mostly exhausted from the ren faire on Saturday, which was fun but more than we usually do. This weekend is going to be extra tough: taking the ferry to the city for an audio processing audiologist appointment Friday, my brother and his boyfriend (plus boyfriend's sibling and mom) coming over for lunch Saturday, and then getting fillings on Monday (which means being out of it on anxiety meds all afternoon). And I was trying to have a restful break this summer
