I am klutz, hear me...ow?

Anyone else have clumsy times? I'm usually relatively unklutzy (apart from my unerring ability to cork my thigh on the point end of my bedframe at least once a fortnight) but in the last twenty four hours I've broken a bowl, a glass and two jars of spices (oh tiled kitchen floor, how I hate thee). As an added bonus, I managed to whack my head on the bench when I was straightening up from picking up the biggest bits of glass from the spice jars (trust me, chili powder spreads everywhere). Ow.

I can't work out if I'm tired or just unco-ordinated. Maybe it's hormonal or something. Or maybe I'm distracted by this new heroine who's flashing in and out of my head giving just glimpses. A first line. A vague idea of what she is (and that's not particularly good) and her world. Glimmers and shadows. The girls being contrary as usual as I have to finish my revision, fix the witch book with at least two or three passes and write my other burning UF idea before I can get to this chick. That's without trying to get to any of the contemporary ideas. With so many voices in my head it's no wonder I'm going bump in the night.

It's the little things

Last week I bought new shoes. Apparently that's what you do when you can't eat anything interesting. All work shoes and I did shop at the outlet mall, so not extravagant. So I've been wearing new shoes all week and am pleased to report they're all very comfy for new shoes. Except today I wore the heels.

Now I'm tall and have a dodgy knee which doesn't really appreciate heels, so while I have in the past usually had a pair of two inch or so heels for work (three inches makes me six foot and my knee particularly cranky so I don't usually bother with those) but for the last year or so, my highest pair has been a cute little one inch kitten heel. And apparently my calves know the difference. Even though the shoes were comfy, my calves are screaming already...I foresee some hot baths and stretching over the weekend. One teeny, tiny inch shouldn't make that much difference. Maybe I'm getting old.

At least it's an excuse to stay seating in my chair and work on my revision all weekend. Apart from lulus on Saturday. Where I will be eating salad while they all eat pancakes. I think that's offically unfair!