A Crock of Pot

I’m a little behind on work due to a combination of sleeping a lot and being more social. As a result, I have to work today and tomorrow even though H is off work for the big egg-hunting holiday. Not a big whoop though. We’re also gonna have salad and tuna croquettes for dinner, followed by the first night of that Sci-Fi special BBC is showing. That’s gonna be sweet. I think it’s about Robots. And my tuna croquettes are insanely delicious. I use jalapeno instead of scallions and top with a mixture of avocado, lime juice, and labne.

Have 3 more stories to edit for the June issue. I’m still figuring out how aggressively to edit these stories. Some need very little, while others need much more–which is expected, obvs. I worry though, when authors get pissy about edits, that maybe I’m being too slashy with my metaphorical red pen. Thing is, I very rarely press for a specific edit. My edits are plentiful sometimes, but they’re always given as suggestions. I suppose if I always give authors the option of accepting or rejecting each change (Thank you, MSWord), I’m not being “a tyrant” even if I make a zillion edits. Yes, someone has actually called me a tyrant, while another asshole decided that going over my edits was too time intensive, and went on to lecture me about time being valuable and him putting “all the time in on this story” that he intended to. WTF really? I found that so pretentious I thought the guy might have been punking me. But he didn’t say shit when I took him out of the payroll.

H is starting physical therapy on Monday. I worry, because H doesn’t do medical stuff well. But he fell and hurt his arm, and it still hurt 3 weeks later, so he has to. At least it won’t be crazy expensive. Our insurance covers a lot more now. Plus, we’ll be out all day Monday at appointments so I’m making a broccoli cheese soup in the crock pot. So pleased to have a nice crock pot since my old one was a total crapshack.

Decided not to watch Fargo after all. I don’t really have time for a new show. Plus I heard they don’t have a Marge Gunderson. I call bullshit on that.
Have you seen this Jimi Hendrix biography where Bootsy Collins reads Jimi’s bio in the first-person? It’s badass.

Game of Thrones has been pretty good so far this season.
Let the bodies hit the floor, amirite?

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