Quiet day here at the Cat Farm, segueing into a quiet evening.
Party animals that they are, the Weatherbeans have called a Blizzard Watch from Sunday evening through Monday afternoon with projected accumulations of 12 inches or more. This would actually be Perfectly Fine by me, though I forgot to buy cocoa during any of our numerous recent trips to the grocery store. Unfortunately, we have someplace to be Monday, mid-morning. On the gripping hand, if there’s 12 inches of snow between everyone in Central Maine and the ground, I’m guessing they’ll reschedule.
I hope everyone had a pleasant and relaxing Saturday of whichever flavor you like, and that you remembered to tell someone you love how much they mean to you.
Progress on The Book Presently Known as George:
14,562 words/100,000 OR 14.56% complete
“Your pardon, luthia,” Vylet gasped. “The gadje has a number of breaths left in him. Udari thinks — eight.”