A Fellowship of Fine Minds

And! The caution tape trick worked for the second day in a row.

Unlooked-for side effect: my next door neighbor saw the tape and got in touch to ask if my door was acting up again, because -- caution tape. I explained. I think Chewy owes the cats one more box, so we'll be doing this again tomorrow, though with different caution tape, because I unfortunately did not hide today's tape, Rookie managed to tape himself up with (thankfully) the painter's tape and by the time I caught and untangled him, the caution tape was a loss.

For those following along at home -- it looks like the book I'm finishing up now will be scheduled for Spring 2027, month of release to be determined.

Back to work I go.
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Well. I did finish the WIP. I did not print it out, because I still have some housekeeping to do -- notably trying to tidy up the section headers. So, that's for tomorrow, and then print out and read.

In other news, Google tells me it's going to snow tomorrow. Wunderground begs to differ, predicting rain tomorrow and snow on Sunday-into-Monday. So, I guess we'll see.

I had been kinda lookin' for a day when I could scooch down to an oceanside somewhere, being as I will be shortly be a Free Woman, but it's looking like the first day without any shenanigans planned is next Friday. Well. I can always finish my poor, neglected glass project.

Or, yanno, bake bread? I could bake bread, people! And -- cookies, and muffins, and -- Good Ghod -- the sky's the limit, here.

*deep breath*

...a brief break to feed the tiny, starved, and abused kittens I rescued from a Mean Writer Lady who never fed them or brushed them or fed them or played with them or fed them...

I really don't know how people can be so cruel.

So! Tomorrow Sarah will arrive in the morning, and I will retire to Steve's office to straighten out the header problem, and then I will make the lunch I had planned to make today, but I was writing, so I ate a TV dinner outta the freezer instead, and print out a book.

And on that note -- g'night. Everybody stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow.

The cats' Chewy order, which is large and heavy is due today, delivery by FedEx. I have made what preparations I can.

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Wednesday. Sunny, windy and cold. As previously mentioned, I have taped caution tape across the front steps with a sign on it for FedEx, so maybe they'll put the delivery in the garage this time. Fingers crossed.

Another night full of bad dreams and sleeplessness. This is getting to be a habit. Cats are doing what they can but... Firefly is putting in for backup and I don't think we can get backup, really.   No, especially not a dog.  I think we're full up. I also think it would be better if the world weren't, in some places literally, on fire.

Today's days plan is to occupy the comfy chair in my office and sketch out the scenes that need to still be written to finish the book.

Granting, it's not much of a plan, but it is my own.

How's everybody doing?

Dictated to my phone

Today's blog post brought to you by "The Wellerman," which I had forgotten I knew, until it came up on a mix, and I started to sing along...  Here's Nathan Evans singing it for you.

What went before: Still raining, but not pouring. We are this evening expecting, say the weatherbeans, the following: WIND, FOG, FLOODING. Tomorrow, it will be partly sunny, starting out at around 53F/12C and loosing heat throughout the day, until nosediving into the teens tomorrow night, reaching a high of 33F/.5C on Wednesday.

Ah, March. You tease.

The book club has chosen the April book: Theo of Golden, which ought to be interesting, given that the synopsis annoys the ever-livin' life outta me. It will be interesting to see if the author can win me over.

The Cook Unity mushroom pot pie was so good I ferreted out a recipe so I can make my own once I'm off deadline. Speaking of which -- I am now confident of making my deadline, so, yanno, yay.

Also -- I beg pardon to those folks who thought I'd written the poem that is my next embroidery project. Indeed, I Did Not, and it's something that I know so well that it never occurred to me that other people would not have heard of it. The poem dates back to the 800s, and is written in the margins of a book of reflections and/or prayers. Wikipedia can tell you all about it, and give you the other four stanzas, too. Here's your link. 

And that? Is all I got. Except doing the dishes. That I still need to do.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. And dry.
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Tuesday. Cloudy, damp, and breezy. We have hit the day's high of 53F/12C as I type, and are headed for 15F/-9C.

Today is St. Gertrude's Day. Hug your cats.

Today, right about now (7-ish am, Maine time), in fact, is also the sixth anniversary of my arrival at Inland Hospital in Bangor in order to undergo a mascetomy. I was one of the last people admitted to the hospital before it closed in the early days of COVID, and it was a tense couple minutes there at intake before it was decided that Steve could accompany me.

Last night was filled with bad dreams, despite all the cats could bring. I believe this morning may call for coffee.

What's happening at your place?
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Well. The cats have made a Chewy order. I'm glad Firefly has a trust fund. I'm drinking that cup of coffee and wondering if the concept of 'breakfast' is anything I want to entertain at the moment, or if I'll just make another cup of coffee and go to work.

Life is uncertain...