Thanks to everyone who expressed wishes for my full return to health, and to those who wanted to make sure that I know what a “woman’s heart attack” is. In fact, I had gone to the doctor expecting to hear that I was having a heart attack, but I got lucky. And! Over the weekend I got to get in some extra reading. Twice lucky.
Here at the Confusion Factory, work goes forth at a lesser speed than one would like, but. . .forward is good. The marked-up pages of the page proofs for Dragon in Exile went into the FedEx box this morning, and should arrive at the publisher’s office tomorrow, so that’s one thing done. Those who read the eArc will be pleased to know that Mr. Prithee did not escape the copy editor, and I have renewed my Solemn Oath to never again to employ a character whose name includes a final S.
We are today in the second day of a windstorm with winds hitting 47 miles per hour in our section of Maine, upwards of 53 miles per hour at my Favorite Weather Station Ever, Matinicus Rock, and plunging our sunny day from an actual temp of 19F (-7C) to a perceived temp of 2F (-17C). I will just mention that’s 2 above zero, which must also be acknowledged as progress in a forwarder direction.
The wind is supposed to die down on the overnight, say the weatherbeans. Of course, that was their story last night. As it happens, I’m in favor of the wind falling, since Steve and I chose tomorrow to try again to reach the southern marches, which we failed to achieve in February due to minus 26F (-32C). Tomorrow, we’re looking for 31F (-0C) and sunny, so the journey ought to be perfectly doable.
What’re y’all doing tomorrow that’s going to be fun?
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