It is another chilly, overcast, Saturday. I have seen so many of those days this year I am beginning to believe the Adam’s family might like to move into the area. Yes, I know, gripping again. I should be thankful there isn’t two feet of snow out there. Not to worry, Halloween is coming, so must the bad weather. I have to wonder sometimes who wrote the law that says Halloween must bring out the most horrific conditions. Glaring road conditions, caused by freezing rain, snowstorms, cold damp that leaves every child in the neighborhood shivering in their little fairy suits, (with colds to follow to pass on to those who didn’t go out trick or treating in the schools). Isn’t Halloween fun? Even the candy and chips end the evening being dumped from their little catch containers shivering. Then again, they are being dumped somewhere warm. Yes, and everyone knows what happens the moment the little darlings get home from their travels, bedtime. (Chips anyone?)
I still remember my nieces coming to aunty’s with their goodie hoard and asking if I would take their chocolate tootsie rolls because they didn’t like them. (Whipping out thermometer to check to see if they were sick.) The sacrifices we make for children.
UPS did it to me again. I really don’t like that company much. They left the replacement paperback proof for Luthien’s Song at the printers. It is in Winnipeg now, but they aren’t delivering, because it is Saturday. That means they will drop it off on Monday the last thing of the day before they go home. It is a good thing we have lots of time to get these in, because if the proof worked out, like it should, I will consider myself lucky to have the final copies here for Halloween. After Halloween, Sarah will be working on ‘First Contact’, that is the final edit. You will hear more about that at it happens. Isn’t this fun?
Snoop is no happier with the weather than I am, and you can compound his complaints as he got stung by a wasp. He was not a happy camper, not that I blame him. He had to go see the V-E-T (notice I spelled it in case he heard that word?) Yes, he knows where he is the moment we place him on the examination table. He sure doesn’t like it much when she takes that cold thermometer and… well, you know. Majorly, injured, dignity. He feels I should hold him more now, he deserves extra TLC ... cuddling ... curling up in bed with ... holding ... and general attention.
Well, this is getting long, and it is time I moved my lazy self (no, I don’t want to) and got some work done. I am hosting an event on FB for an hour, I am going to make pies to freeze in case of emergencies, and write a chapter on either Integration or ‘For the King and Elven Empire’. Then there is the last 100 pages of a book I started reading a couple days ago to finish. Yes, I have been procrastinating. I know it is time to start writing seriously again when I am sick and tired of reading.