Goodness, one looks up from one's pool of mundanity only to realize that almost two weeks have passed since one's last post...

During which time one has taken to referring to oneself in this distanced way, huh. At least it's not the royal 'we'.

So, anyway, I have been immersed in said pool of mundanity. There has been work, writing (which feels ( Read more... )

INTERIOR. HOUSE. 9:15 am today ( Read more... )

SCENE: A subtropical living room. laurawise sits disconsolate in the rocking chair. The Blonde Dog of the House snores in a theatrical way from her reclining posture on the loveseat ( Read more... )

This morning -- despite the pollen count being somewhere around the CODE RED YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO BREATHE TRUST US mark -- the Blonde Dog of the House and I spent a goodly bit of time in the backyard ( Read more... )

The subtropics are cold-mist grey this morning -- English precipitation, the kind of not quite rain that for me all but conjures an umbrella out of a stand and opens the front door to saunter and possibility.

The Dog of the House, who isn't always a fan of rain rain, just this once shared my willingness to be out in the cold and grey. In fact, as ( Read more... )

For the subtropics, it's cold -- and I am fighting the/a cold. This morning, then, I did what I never do: got up, fed the Dog of the House, puttered a bit, and then took allergy meds and went back to bed ( Read more... )

Two scenes from this deliciously cool morning:

INT. LIVING ROOM.

L: [leash and collar in hand] Dog of the House, shall we go for a walk? Come here.
DOG of the HOUSE: Yes! Okay! [Grinning, begins to gallop merrily around the study.]
L: I meant, outside. I mean, come.DOG of the HOUSE: I know you did! I want to! Promise! [Circles madly. Trots and ( Read more... )

Sunday notes:

*Foggy, warm morning, since burned off. Walked the Dog of the House in it, and as we rounded the last corner of the park (after she'd sniffed every tree), I finally got the hook I needed to rewrite the opening of Traveller and Wish-queen. Finally ( Read more... )

Please take the subject line as both literal truth (as in, what I had for dinner) and metaphor (as in, the way my writing feels right now. Except far less tasty, actually ( Read more... )

The Dog of the House offers her diary for today for your inspection:

4:45 am. L's alarm goes off, well before our usual time of rising. "What?" I say, and gallop into the bedroom to check on this. L does not appear to notice anything wrong. I go with it ( Read more... )