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Busy week at the keyboard coming up. We catch our flight to Saigon late Friday night, so I want all my deadlines done by Thursday. I might even get there.
I sent away the screenplay I’d been editing late last night. I’ve got about 8-9K words to finish the last Cruel Stars book, or at least the first draft of the manuscript.
And I want to pre-write a bunch of scenes for this weird little book idea I have that’ll do double duty as my Sideboob columns while I’m away.
No jujtisu this week. Stepping onto the mat now would be tempting fate, I reckon. I’m just gonna work out at home and avoid the crowds. Flu and Covid are everywhere right now. I know I’m a good chance of catching a dose of something while we travel, but I just want to get on the plane first.
The other thing I’ve been doing the last few weeks is dialling back on my calorie tracking. It’s supposed to be a weight loss intervention, not a lifestyle, and I accept that I can be a bit obsessive about it. How obsessive? I once snuck my digital scales into a sushi joint to weigh my tuna sashimi.
So, none of that bullshit while we travel. I’m just going to focus on not eating like a fuckhead.
Pre-flight.
Don't be afraid to mask on the flight or in the airport; I left the Independent Sovereign Nation of Westralia for the first time in 3 years in January to fly to Melbourne for work, and then had two trips to Sydney for work later, and had resigned myself to finally succumbing to the spicy cough since I was headed to the plague states. I masked on the flights and in the airport and have so far managed to avoid coming down with anything, not even a cold, which I consider to be a minor miracle. No one looked at me twice for masking, although I was possibly the only person on the flight doing it.
And go nuts on food; just walk everywhere to compensate for it 😊
Not Eating Like A Fuckhead would make the name of a great cookbook...