Disorganised Today - Datorganised Tomorrow

Beloved and Adorable were unfucking their soon-to-be ex-residence yesterday. They're back here today to focus on unfucking the garage so we can move out the computer room so we can turn it into a bedroom so that people can move in.

I have ventured the idea that the garage can not only be nerd storage, but also space for spare fridges, freezers, and bulk shelf-stable foodstuffs.

We have a PLN.

It's just the other nonsense that tends to get in the way. Like my medical bullshit.

Turns out my recent sleep issues are because I've been having a very slow and steady asthma attack over the passage of some months. So slow I didn't spot it until things got real dangerous.

That's something I have to try to monitor in the future. Or get help monitoring. Whatever.

The finger oximiter is useless. The lowest I ever got on that thing was 96% so my options are limited to put it mildly. As it stands, I'm putting myself on the nebuliser every three hours and keeping track of what's dislodged.

I may yet need to be on antibiotics. Boo and hiss.

Time will tell, of course.

Onwards towards today's tale.

I don't have a lot to share. Not yet. Life has been getting in my way.

Today, I am seeing the sleep study people to find out what they're saying about my slumber. Amongst many other things.

Patreon. Daily tale. Continuing to try unriddling the house contents, which will include the arrival of a skip into the driveway. All the better to remove the true debris.

And I just got a reminder that I'm due a blood test for the experts. I

Things be fucked up in family 'Nutter. I'll give you the Cliff Notes.

• Landlord has decided not to renew Adorable's lease
• Whole fam has two months to find new digs
• My place is temporary base
• For everyone

Good news: We're going to save a bit of money by only supporting one house.
Bad news: It's looking to be UTTER FUCKING CHAOS for two to three months, minimum
Good news: At least I got the firkin sink completely unclogged before anyone else could

I solved the Discord background issue with the simple expedient of uninstalling and re-installing the dingdang thing. This is the software equivalent of turning it off and turning it back on again.

Huzzah.

I have the double-dough juggling day going on, so whatever I get done counts as a minor miracle.

I'm hoping to at least get a scribbly-sketch of my cover done at some point today. I did half a chapter yesterday and that was an achievement. I don't know if

It's absolutely PISSING down as I write this, so that just means super extra fun times on the Leyland's Tour today. Especially because one more stop means extra driving in the wet weather. Huzzah.

At least I know where I can get cheaper fuel now.

Nevertheless, it promises to be a long, and rather soaked day.

Added to the shenanigans are the back-up reads [I'm not totally ghosting the Archive as of yet] and the continuance of the Promptcast's readings. For which

I have officially written for next week's Promptcast. I have dough underway. I owe two stories and some Patreon stuff.

But at least I have the Promptcast thing in a state where I like it.

Onwards to the Twofer with short pauses for bread.

And then I see what I can chuck to my Patrons. If anything.

It's a public holiday, so most of my PLNs are up in the air. Gotta see the quack about getting a sleep study done so that promises to be fun. Of a sort.

All to find out if I'm getting enough oxygen while I sleep.

I'm pretty sure I am getting enough oxygen, but eliminating the causes for the issue is what we're trying to do here.

In an hour and change, I shall be taking off to the doctor to deliver

The PLN today is to lock in and finish up the Promptcast thing, and see if I can get some help in identifying the vocabulary words so Izzy can get a free pronounciation guide that no longer makes presumptions.

So the instant story for today will be happening much later. Unless, of course, the muse and the words decide fly.

I'll see if that's happening after this break to ice my dumb ankle. Fingers crossed, I can actually do it all and

Paid the bills. Yay. Have to add supplemental material for my Patrons, which I have yet to write. Boo.

[Instant distraction moment: I discovered that Bill Amend, artist behind the Foxtrot comics, is on Bluesky and sharing silly doodles. Anti-fascist doodles]

I'm procrastinating on recording more chapters for Adorable, so they'll likely appear on my Patreon next week.

I do have some stuff for the Archive to share, but I want to get the thing for the Promptcast to pop up in

...and bread. Everything is sideways today. I've been forgetting a few things because they are out of the normal order.

Today, after I do my story, I shall be working on the Madlibs query letters for the books I plan to pitch. If I do it well, I might launch a simul-pitch launch. I may need my friends in Discord to play the Pitch-a-Book Dating Game.

That's happening sometime very soon because launching has become more important recently. Shit or get off

I just need one thing to fix the fuck-off hole in the catio.

[Shown here, plastic garden mesh with a huge hole in it. Concrete and plants are visible through it]

It's aviary clips. I've bought them via click and collect and will collect them when prompted to do so.

In about four hours. When the full heat is on the day.

So my options are: Wait until the day cools off and do that, or... wait until early the following morning

I have new glasses, and the weight of the new lenses is causing some pain in the nose stop area. Not at all helped by there being a firkin pimple on one side, right where it would be the biggest annoyance.

I got rid of that thing, but the area still hurts.

I have finally sorted which idea to use for this week's prompt - another one I didn't vote for. So I can work on that, the prompt from the Promptcast,

There's a lot of horseshit happening in my life today that I did not need happening. Starting with the precursor to a truly nasty stress headache that renders me functionally blind. Yay. The good news is that I clued on to what was happening and got myself dosed up with painkillers in time.

The bad news is - I have too much stress going on.

I have my mum panicking about her pension to the point where she's forgotten how to use

It's half-past nine and so far I'm feeling like...

[Shown here: A simplified humanoid figure oscillating rapidly left and right. It is captioned, "I have done nothing productive all day"]

Which is a lie. I have finished up half a chapter of ADT, I've been working on some fun fiction this morning. And I'm reaching for motivation to start submitting books at people again, but it's the kind of work that makes my bones feel heavy and uuuuuurgh.

If I had an