I think my writing brain has finally hit its saturation point and is now quietly overflowing. Too many release notes, too much email, too much trying to keep a dozen things carefully arranged so that everything comes together at the right time for the mythical release, which by this point is so delayed that we'll have negative amounts of rest-time before we start on the next version.

The other problem with writing right now is that my hands and wrists are having waves of phantom pain. They don't really hurt, but I can feel the stress of my day in them -- always a sure sign that I've been spending too much time in front of the computer and not enough time relaxing.

Tonight will, I hope, be relaxing. Jim and I are going to go to Orchard Supply Hardware to pick up some gardening stuff, and I'm going to look to see if they have autumn-blooming bulbs, which my gardening book informs me ought to be planted in the next month or so in order to get flowers this fall. Afterwards maybe we'll have dinner out somewhere; I'm in a mood to be fed really nice food and cosseted by waiters.

Tomorrow night was a hatching on Pern, but it got moved back a week. (Insert cranky grumbling here). Instead I'll be going to a party in the City with Jim, which may or may not be fun. Beforehand we'll be having dinner with Paul and Paul's new boyfriend, Justin, which will definitely be fun. Paul's a really great person to talk to, very amusing and not nearly as cynical as he thinks he is. Spending time with him always leaves me in a good mood.

I've sent off the latest draft of the release notes. It's time to go home.