I'm much better today.

The weather is lovely and cool--fall is coming, thank goodness.  I had a great natter with a dear friend, 24 oz of coffee, and first thing this morning, I got the edit letter from my agent!  So now I'm happily tucking into that labor.

I have a headache (one that seems to have hung on since Lilies from a spear thrust). I am bruisingly tired. I'm dieting. I seem to have misplaced half of my garb. I'm autocrating a Kingdom level event. I'm recovering from having one of my teen's friends over to spend the night. I have put on 6 pounds that don't seem to want to leave. I can't ( Read more... )

Goodness, what an absolutely gorgeous day.

It's snowing.

I love winter, as long as I don't have to go outside. My husband refers to me as the coldest woman in the world--and no, we're not talking about the bedroom; ba-dum-dum. For some reason over the past (mumble) years my tolerance to cold has decreased significantly. As a butterball teenager, I was fine with cold. I remember my first married year ( Read more... )

it is too damn cold in my porch/room to write.  If I want to write tomorrow morning, I will have to waddle out here with 2 pairs of my husband's sweat pants, and two sweatshirts.

And gloves.

OMG.