The two magic words that describe July are 'sick' and 'housecleaning'.
I started out the month recovering from the nasty virus that took me down for most of June. I fully recovered after a week or so. Then on the 11th I got a painful medical procedure done to my feet, and I couldn't walk for several days. Eventually, *that* pain went away. Then on the 24th, I came down with a cold -- I was wiped out for three days, and I've been fighting off an awful sinus infection ever since.
When I wasn't incapacitated by illness, I've been running errands. My apartment looks much nicer now. I got my apartment complex to fix the place up: replace the carpet, touch up the paint, fix a few things in the bathroom, and so on. I scrubbed the place down, took a carload of stuff to Goodwill, and sold a pile of books to the used bookstore. Other than that, I've picked off other long-standing tasks from the neverending to-do list: cleaned the traffic paint off my car, took care of my defensive-driving course, finally bought a decent cell phone.
I managed to squeeze in some artsy stuff here and there. I went to the Austin Blues Party, and had a pleasant time (I'm mostly dancing blues instead of swing these days). I finished up the longform improv class, and started on an improv singing class, so that keeps me out of trouble. A local radio show broadcast a couple of radio-serial episodes I wrote, and did a lengthy interview with me (available here).
The coming month looks slow. Hopefully I won't get sick again, nor devote quite so much time to apartment cleanup. That said, there's nothing too exciting in the offing. *shrug* Maybe I'll just stay home and write.
Mood: pessimistic · Music: none