. . .and the weekend is just about over.
Tomorrow, there’s the day-job, then a doctor’s appointment for Steve, all served up over a “clear” day where the weatherbeans are calling a high temp of, oh, 5F/-15C. Um. . .yeah.
*Note to Self: Find flannel lined jeans tonight*
Today, there was a trip to the grocery store, a nap with the rice bag to get the damned kink out of my bad shoulder before it became a Problem, then laundry and some few words of writing.
The current project is “Intelligent Design,” a commissioned story. There’s a fairly generous range involved — between 5,000 and 12,000 words, so I’m not sure where to set the high end of the meter. I guess I’ll go with ten grand as a guestimate, with the understanding that the story may not take that much, or it might bump its head on the ceiling.
Now, I think I’d better go tend to the Needs of Felines, get packed up for the trek into the day-job tomorrow, and, oh — have some lunch.
Stay warm — or whatever constitutes comfort in your part of the world.
Progress on “Intelligent Design”
1,167 out of 10,000 words OR 11.67%