Bobby and I celebrated that night with dinner at La Fiesta. I came home and had two really nice emails from fellow Critters for whom I'd done critiques, thanking me for my help with their stories. I don't expect notes of thanks from my fellow Critters--critiquing is why we joined the group, after all--but it is always nice to hear that some of what I have said is helping the person to improve their stories.
I realized how truly happy I am making a home with Bobby. Seriously, the poor guy puts up with more from me than is fair for any sane human being to tolerate. But when our world went from nagging worry and returned to normal, I realized how much I had missed it.
That night, we got enough snow that I got to take a half-day at work. I slept in (I slept for almost eleven hours!) and Bobby made us breakfast, and he and Alex drove me to work. Johnny wasn't in, so it was me, myself, and the muses for the whole day. (Though people insisted on bugging me on the telephone, but luckily, I managed to get them all taken care of pretty quickly.)
Strangely, I've had writer's block. I'm convinced that I have a form of Seasonal Affective Disorder, more of a Seasonal Creative Disorder. I had this problem last year too, as soon as the weather turned. But, while stricken with writer's block, I've been critiquing like a madwoman with the goal of getting a Most Helpful Critter token. So what's the good of that? When I submit "Cold Hands" for critiquing, it will get bumped to the top of the list. I have to do ten critiques in a week. The week started yesterday, and I've done three already. w00t! After I finish posting this, I'm going to go download the next set.
Bobby and I have slowly been watching Fantasia, a couple of songs a night. Fantasia is good before bed. It puts me in a nice, relaxed, sleepy mood. The muses too, which is even better.