glenn5 swung by yesterday for a classic SF double-feature and pie. I made a vegetable pot pie, which turned out excellently, if I do say so myself, and he brought scrumptious key lime for dessert. We watched When World Collide which was amusing in so many ways, and Planet of the Apes (the 1968 one, not the 2001 re-make atrocity) which is just an excellent production, even if I did have The Simpsons musical number going through my head nearly the whole time we were watching it:
“Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius
Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius
I hate every ape I see
From chimpan-a to chimpan-zee
No, you’ll never make a monkey out of me”
A fabu evening all in all, marred only by a niggling headache which would not go away, no matter how much Sudafed and Excedrin I popped, and a pronounced return of my breathing difficulties. I think the abundance of dust in our house triggered it, since we did some dusting earlier yesterday and that seems to have stirred things into the air which were intended by nature and God to remain in a thick layer on our furniture and appliances. Dusting, ptoo.
Due to all the stimulants I’d taken in the OTC meds, the stims in my Albuterol inhaler, and the coffee I had with the key lime, sleep was not easy or forthcoming. But, in all my tossing and slipping in and out of consciousness, my muse decided to bitch slap me. The setting and tone which I’d been mulling over, trying to get straight in my mind, coalesced in a “eureka” moment, which fortunately I didn’t forget when I woke up.
Words: 700. Pausing to do some timely research. But the story scaffolding is taking shape nicely in my mind, and my writing muscle is limbering up. Just need to get my stamina back so I can start cranking out some real word countage.