Suddenly, it’s summer.
I have the window beside my desk open; the breeze is pleasant and occasionally brings me the scent from the lilacs on the other side of the screen.
At the moment, Hexapuma is occupying the co-pilot’s chair at my left while Mozart reclines beside the keyboard, his chin on my knuckles, making it, may I just say? so very easy to type.
The weekend thus far has been very pleasant and moderately productive. Steve has made us several splendid dinners; the laundry is done; I’ve uploaded two ebooks to Smashwords, Fellow Travelers and Duty Bound, and finished up the revisions on George-as-it-now-stands.
Tomorrow is Monday, and you know what? I don’t care.
I could get used to this.
Hope everyone who celebrates is having a similarly pleasant holiday.
Progress on the Book Presently known as George
38,821 words/100,000 OR 38.8% complete
Nova eyed her henchwoman sternly. Yes, definitely amused. How delightful that one’s staff was happy in their work.