Slightly Singed

I have been battling a patch of burnout, lately. Too many pots on the backburner leading to the metaphorical grease fire in the vent hood. So I had to quit doing a few things. Last week, it was also this.

I think the storytime videos are a little much for me in the Crimbo lead-up. And keeping on top of the fam's voracious appetite. So they're on hiatus until such time as I have more time. When I do start making them again, I'll start embedding them in various socials. See how that works.

Of course it all depends on how I feel about it later.

On the physical side of things, I know that the physiotherapy is working. I was able to ascend and descend a flight of stairs with minimal pain. Hooray. I am kind of angry at my doctor when I was sixteen - just telling me to avoid the things that hurt. All I needed was the right physio and I would have had a lot more freedom in my life.

Can't be changed.

I know my ankle is getting stronger, but it is also being a bitch about movement, so I shall continue stretches and exercises until things improve. Hoping for the best. I have signs of improvement.

And I'm still being a coward about matching up my pitchable books with potential agents. Just like I'm being a coward about calling the air con mob and booking the service. I shall do that first thing tomorrow. Promise. I will get people to chase me about it if I have to.

I have a bunch of folks who can do that for me.

I continue to hope. I will get there. Complaining the entire time.