EXCHANGE INTERFACE

I used to get drafts around my feet on very windy days. Now, with the windows, and having sealed all the way around the skirting boards? Not so much.

This morning, I am sitting on a 'couch', with the two cats sprawled out in the sun beyond my feet. It's windy outside, but although I'm not as warm as I'd like to be (I turned the heater off several hours ago to save fuel), the warmth isn't being stolen as swiftly as it might otherwise.

I'm still hearing the creaks, though, and they're worrying me some.

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Playing for my friend's hockey team was pretty good. I still need to become accustomed to their style of play. They have players who usually get the ball through the defence, but when they don't, there isn't much of a mid-field.

I did an assist - run down one side, pass to a player on the other side, score. But we held them to 2-1 loss, although we had a few nearly-goals towards the end.

By the end of it, I was pretty shattered.

It's going to be worse next weekend; I'll be playing for them in the morning, then my own team in the afternoon. Ouch.

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Hopefully by then, the period will be over. It arrived in a flood this morning as I was on the treadmill in the gym, and although I took naprogesic, I can feel the cramps back in force tonight.

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Done my writing for the night (the last story in the Meeting Halfway Steve/Maria series, eleven years after I started it). Also read through an old manuscript about a psychic anchor for a vampire squad, and would like to start it again. But not until my anti-Fae is out of the hospital and has defeated her very own Fae 'demon'.

*sigh*

So many stories, so little time. And also so difficult to finish.

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Ack. More cramps. Bed.