I made NHS and have started the volunteer work, singing Christmas carols outside HyVee for the Salvation Army on Saturday and working on planning our “Alpine Escape”-themed Winter Formal.

I sold an article for $20 to the WritingKids newsletter, which isn’t bad for maybe an hour’s worth of work. Grace Tierney still hasn’t paid me for winning the contest, but I’m not worried. Winning was more exciting than the prize. (EDIT: She did pay me just a little later; she’s good people.)

I’ve discovered that I have weird feet. Bunions, and bunionettes. Explains why my big toes are stranger-shaped than my parents’.

I’m thinking about going to the DLI at Monterey. I’d have to take the DLAB, but that shouldn’t be too difficult. I don’t mean that in an arrogant way, although it’s a hard test; it’s just that the DLAB tests things I know I can do. Although, ironically, I won’t get to take the DLAB unless I pass the physical fitness test; what would be the irony in acing the DLAB but flunking out anyway because of the shuttle run?

Squirt’s finally pottytrained, joy! I’ve been taking him for 1.5 mi runs. We’ve survived two so far. We’re also conquering his fleas.

The horses are also doing pretty well. Braveheart’s been improving greatly, and we’ve gone for several rides from the Lawrinenkos’ (where we keep them) to nearby McFarlane Park. It’s a great ride, and the park’s beautiful. But what makes me even happier is how

I haven’t been writing as much as I should be. I have three main in-progress stories and about twenty others I should get back to. I’ve been reading a lot, though. Mostly chick-lit/cliché romances. The Matchmaker is a good one, http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2271023/13/ . I’m not sure that it’s finished, although the author updates regularly and there are 28 chapters to read while waiting for the next one.

Life’s been decent. Not great, but that’s okay. If I put more effort into the things I want to do, it would be. And I know that. But right now I’d rather read and drink my tea.

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