Shoes

This may sound strange, but normally, I have only two pairs of shoes. Three, if you count the pair of black flats for interviews and stuff. I have a pair of hiking boots for winter, and a pair of hiking sandals for summer. That's ... about it.

I finally wore through my pair of hiking sandals two days ago. There is apparently no shop in town that stocks hiking sandals. It's all flip-flops or dress sandals. So I've spent the past few days trying various pairs of my mother's dressy sandals (she's the same size) while I look for a goddamn shop that sells hiking sandals. (My feet are the first things to overheat, for me, so the 'sandal' part of the equation is kind of a must).

My feet are in bits. I do three mile walks a day, with the dog. Dress sandals and flip-flops do not work, when you're doing that. I'm going barefoot more than I'm wearing the damn things. It is less painful.

For the love of Someone, why does no-one design and/or sell summer sandals that you can actually walk in???

Writing

Good gods, I'm tired. I don't mean ... today. I mean sort of ... generally. *waves hand* Also, a wee bit burned-out, writing-wise, maybe. For a while. *blinks* Should have seen that one coming. *sighs*

I have ideas. Lots of them. Problem is, none of them are consistent, none of them are planned, and most of them are just random spurts of potential fic that fizzle shortly afterwards. *rubs face* And if you start something, people, not unreasonably, want you to finish it, and at the moment I can't actually guarantee that.

Gonna take a break, I think. Few days, at least. Just ... stop.

Well ... with the possible exception of comment_fic. Heh. Possibly.