Reading

I've been so tired the last couple of days that after work all I did was read. I didn't write, I didn't cook. I did a spot of cleaning, a load of laundry and binged on Doctor Who. I made the transition from Ten (goodbye David Tennant) to Eleven (hello Matt Smith). I also caught up on Brenda Harlen's back list. We're critique partners and working four books ahead of the one that just came out this month. I forget what happens, yet she sucks me right back in to the stories and in love with the characters. That's good writing.

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Reaching

The only good thing about having done my taxes is I now know how big the hit actually is. It's so bad I just ended the previous sentence with a preposition. It also ruined my appetite. That could turn out to be fortuitous. It will be a while before I can afford groceries.

I did spend some time with The Doctor and the elliptical. That’s a title.  I'm at the end of season three.  I think I have four more to go before the time of the Twelfth Doctor. I'm enjoying the time traveling icon. He gets into the most unusual situations with panache and style.  All is never all lost. It's a good reminder.

Who

I have spent the day immersed in Doctor Who backstory. Last night, I watched my first ever episode. It seemed fitting to start with a regeneration from Eleven to Twelve.  I didn't intend to fall into that world, or worlds as the case may be. I was flipping through the channels and tripped over a wrap up of Eleven's time as the Doctor.  It caught my attention so I stuck around for his final episode.

Anything that distracts one. And the idea of regeneration clearly appeals at this moment in time, far more so than others.

So I cleaned, did laundry, knitted while walking on the spot because I also ate date squares for breakfast(fruit and oats).  It's been an odd day.