Well, Thanksgiving is nearly over in the USA, and in case I missed saying it last week, Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends and readers.  In most cases, the turkey has been eaten, the pumpkin pies decimated, and family and friends have renewed their acquaintances, if they had allowed the old ones to dim.  Black Friday came and went, I am hearing without much fanfare and now people are looking onwards towards the major holiday season of the year with anticipation/fear.  Yes, for some it is fear.  The sight of two turkeys cooked so close together, along with all the trimmings, is enough to make anyone shake in their boots.  There is a reason the guy in the red suit is known to be a little overweight.  It is no different here. 

I spent Thanksgiving working, as with most days, and also part of the nights too lately.  Yes, the bratz have been on the go again.  It is time to let mama know that they are tired of being the good little kitties they were born to be.  I have become the springboard again.  The worse of the perpetrators, Tath.  Who would have thought it, with that innocent looking face, but it is true.  Thena tends to center her activities on jumping and generally playing escape artist, if she can.  That will stop when the snow comes, maybe.  I can always tell when they have been on the tear, I find everything on its side when I wake up.  (Especially on the kitchen counter)  That counter sees more traffic that Chicago’s O’Hara air terminal at night.  You often find that Thena has been into every cupboard space, and has cleared it of everything movable.  I have learned not to leave anything breakable on it for the night.  Water glasses are particularly susceptible to her attention.  Tath attacks them when they are left anywhere else.

Because of their nighttime activities being a little over the top lately, I have managed to get more of the rewriting done on ‘The Phoenixes Choice’ than I thought I would.  That means it is approximately half done on that level.  ‘The Siren Connection’ still needs the last four chapters written, but I will see to that when I am finished reworking ‘The Phoenixes choice’.   Actually ‘The Siren Connection’ surprised me.  I thought that it would end up being a romp, but it is actually turning out to be quite a builder, considering its size.  You can already get an inkling about what ‘Final contact’ is going to be about.  I figure by the end of this upcoming week, I should have both of them in the edits pile, and be ready to move on.  It will also be time for a break, I am going to be reading this December, with January set to dive into ‘The Goddess’.  I need to a bit of time to get my mind off Tantalus, if I am to head back into Elven worlds. 

Well, most people are not finished with their Thanksgiving celebrations, so I will let them get back to it.  Tath has just chased Thena off from what he considers her spot, and is proud of it.  She was very vocal about the way he was wrapping his gums around her throat.  He can be such a bully at times.  What does that leave for her?  She is running around in circles (literally), trying to see what else she can get into, because the warmest spot in the house (which she had been lying in front of) has been usurped by Tath.  I am not too concerned, she will find a way to get back a little of her own.  So, on that note.  I will once more wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving, from the Bratz and I, and get back to work here.  Until next week, have a good one.