All Night Long
January 8, 2009
I am not recovering as planned from my late night Tuesday. I made it through work yesterday, and expect to finish the week okay, but there have been lots of little errands to run and lots of small pieces of bad news coming in, and I find that my emotional reservoirs are drained. It may not seem like it, but the “Day in the Life” pieces (like today’s scheduled post concerning the sulfur mines) are actually some of the tougher ones to write, so I’m going to slide it back ’til the weekend and just try to recuperate.
It has been an ugly little week so far, with the demise of an appliance, some horrible behavior by the pets, some disheartening news about a family member, etc. Also, two of my main sources of rejuvenation, the gaming group and my reading, have kind of let me down this week. Admittedly, I had a good time Tuesday night, but it was kind of stressful, what with a new potential member (whom I had never met before) turning up unexpectedly. Hopefully it will work out, but it makes me nervous – there’s just so much that could go wrong. Also, I’ve reached the final collection of Holmes stories ever released under Conan Doyle’s name, and I can understand why there is scholarly suspicion that he didn’t actually write these – they are going downhill fast. It really does seem that he allowed his name to be used for other people’s work – the writing switches points of view, dramatically changes the characterization of Holmes and Watson, and is just generally poorer in quality. Like Watson, however, I find that my own bulldog tenacity won’t let me drop this thing ’til I have got to the bottom of it. Eight stories to go…
I agree about the stress of a new member. We should make a ruling within the group to make sure that everyone is told when someone new is going to come. I knew about 2 hours before hand and almost called you. Next time I will.