Crushed by Pirates and other Wednesday miseries

I went to bed Tuesday night after finishing the blogging so that I would have at least six hours of sleep before my series against the Pirates, but as it happened I woke up at 0400 and couldn't get back to sleep. So I got up, made breakfast, lost three straight to Pittsburgh, and in a fit of pique traded Frank Howard to the Pilots for OF Pat Kelly, LHP Ron Bryant, and a couple of draft picks. We'll see if this helps me against the Daytraders, who I'm facing on Friday night. 

The rest of the day went about as well. Paid most of the bills (except for Sprint, which I paid today) and then went back to bed around noon for a long nap which left me feeling no more energetic than when I laid down. 

The chicken & sausage dish benefited from half a cup of barley, which bulked up quite well, and before I went back to bed I decanted it into the large bowl and put on the plastic wrap, which ought to help preserve it longer than if I'd just chucked the whole crockpot in the fridge. 

I browsed through the 1995 Player Ratings Book, which has not aged well, as these books tend not to do. On the other hand, the 1988 Baseball Abstract has kept its charm, even though I avoided watching the '87 series; there are a lot of observations about the state of MLB which are still pertinent, and some that are just plain funny. I wound up ordering a new (used) copy of This Time Let's Not Eat The Bones, which is strangely far less expensive than my original copy that Bubba forced me to buy from the Minneapolis Library.

Weight popped up to 386 yesterday but a couple of pounds dropped overnight; BP has been good and BG normal. 

Catching up

I spent a good part of the day catching up on blogging; in the middle, I went to Raley's and bought almost $75 worth of groceries for $48. Tea, electrolytes, tuna, taters (but no sweet potatoes, all they had were yams), grapes, and some breakfast sausage along with some starch components to eat with eggs & sausages. 

I got to thinking about how I owe my renewed interest in baseball to the ex, and then I got to thinking about Shojo Kakumei Ukyo, which I started writing in early 2002 on alt.fan.utena and is still kept around on Eyrie.org thanks to a fortuitous mention of their NGE fanfic Neon Exodus Evangelion during Utena's flight to Japan. Or maybe they just liked it. Anyway, I had forgotten how much of SKU was therapy for the breakup of my marriage while I was coming out from under the psychiatric drugs that kept me sort-of-functional for a year or so while that stuff was going on. It's not a bad story, and certainly the longest piece of fiction I've ever done so far. I'd be tempted to file the serial numbers off and try to publish it, but it would be too much work. Doing that for Possession, if I can ever find the parts, will be hard enough.