So far today, I’ve balanced the checkbooks, taken care of some outstanding bills, drafted an InfoDump — now in Steve’s hands — and scrubbled Trooper’s belly multiple times, Trooper being of the opinion that he’s low on belly-rubs already this month. He could be right.
On deck for supper: hot dogs, potato salad, and, I dunno, how’s baked beans sound to you? Fine? Cool. Baked beans. And iced tea, of course.
After supper, I’ll be printing a reading copy of Alliance of Equals, sending the InfoDump out into the wild, and writing the commentary for Chapter 11 of Shan and Priscilla Ride Again. Tonight, maybe we’ll watch a movie. Or maybe not. We won’t be going to the fireworks, but will stick close to the cats. Neither Trooper nor Sprite is a fan of explosions, and we don’t yet know where Belle stands on the subject.
Frequent auditors of this journal will recall that things have been a little. . .busy here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory. The craziness started more-or-less at the beginning of June, when we handed Alliance in, leapt into the book-tour, returned home to some family drama, and the (supposed) re-mortaring of a couple bricks on the chimney, which turned into a Complete Demolish-and-Rebuild over three action-packed days, then the trip down to New Hampshire to bring Belle home, the advent of the drywall guy, and Steve’s painting of that same drywall, only yesterday. Today, we’ll get the painting hung back where it belongs, on that newly-installed, and painted wall behind which reposes a Brand! New! Chimney!, and take that as a period on a month of turmoil.
Monday, we’ll be back to the Usual Schedule, and what a relief that will be to everyone.
Today’s blog title brought to you by Ray Wiley Hubbard, “After All These Years.” Here’s your link.
Oh, and here, have a picture of Trooper’s newly-scrubbled belly: