noting the cavities in the jaws of victory

Still working flat out, although mainly to good effect and with quick feedback - hashing out possible next Arc article with Simon (editor), handling bits of Strange Horizons business, writing an e-mail to my state rep about a bill I support, which he liked enough that he called to ask if it was okay to forward it around. Which makes me feel nicely civic although oddly embarrassed, considering it was exactly the sort of response I was aiming for. Full-time-plus at captioning; we are still skeleton-crew levels of short staffed. Vacations all but suspended. Have managed to jot down bits of a new short story and bits of a couple of poems somehow.

But things are falling through the cracks - half-finished entries I haven't had time for, as well as social e-mails I forget to reply to. Bedroom is a wreck - clothes and books piled everywhere, random cables strewn across the floor, which is nearly impassable. Not sleeping well. Making dumb mistakes like typos I'd usually catch. Really a day past when I should have washed my hair. Lamenting the fact that I don't have any "jeans and a t-shirt because I don't care" level outfits that fit my current body; I don't mind looking like a slob as long as it's intentional. Looking like I accidentally look like a slob and was aiming for something more pulled together is another matter.

Also, I was aiming for something more pulled together.