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Well, it seems to be the extended weekend of mucking about fruitlessly. Thursday, I'm not sure what I did other than cook a bit and go to the Thanksgiving celebration. Maybe messed around with some old Apple ][ games to no great success. I remember a lot of sleep.

Friday somehow wound up dominated by the Two Towers in my head, even though it's only a four-hour chunk of the day. I probably got some nominal cleaning done. I fiddled about with some knitting (slowly distorting once orderly pattern), some drawing (barely more than doodling, actually. It turns out I'm still revoltingly bad at it), and maybe pushed some ideas around for the alleged novel which will, if I can pull something remotely satisfying out of it, become a short story. Although I still think the idea of flash-writing is a good one, I was prepared neither in writing experience nor in available time for actually getting anything done with it. Maybe trying and failing has made me a better writer. Maybe I can get a novel out of it next year. (I just read Neil Gaiman's "The Goldfish Pond and Other Stories" from Smoke and Mirrors. This is an excellent story, and the most autobiographical work I've seen by him, which fascinated me for its exploration of the writing process among other things. It simultaneously fires up my interest in writing and by its quality reminds me how far I have to go.)

Today was, I think, even less productive than the previous two. I weakly riposted the attacks of household disorder, and I got a little reading done. In the meantime I thrashed around for far too long in the Kafkaesque maze of Logan in order to eventually find galaneia and escape. Just as I was getting back home I got a call from asdr83 and laurion inviting me to come and help relieve their tedium. After a few hours tpau joined us upon returning from her shopping trip with ladysprite, and we whiled away the evening with various entertainments, primarily supplied by Nintendo. So overall it was a fun day, but my To Do list grows no shorter.

For the last week or so I've been meaning to find the time to do some serious guitar practice, and I never seem to find the right moment. By now my elite axe-wielding skills are no doubt severely atrophied anyway, but I really ought to get back to it. And the viola for that matter. Maybe if I sought instruction I'd develop some real ability rather than just mucking about. Maybe none of my hobbies will get anywhere without more formal training, but I find myself reluctant to adulterate them.

And so I continue to muck about, in the hopes that something will bloom in my humble garden.