Saturday. Cold and grey.
We here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory are under Rush Orders from the publisher and so will be scarce until the copy edits have been reviewed/accepted/rejected.
<complaint>I had A Plan. My Plan was to write a nice, comfortable short story, to get back into the mindset of writing-not-editing, interspersed with making chili, breads, and other Stuff for the freezer so as to be prepared to slip into writing the next book. Forget that Plan.</complaint>
Kettle’s on. Breakfast will be PBnJ onna whole wheat English muffin. Lunch — oh, who knows.
I did set the alarm for O’Ghod O’Clock, and I did get up to turn up the thermostats. But then I went back to bed for another hour, because I’d rather work late in a warm house than early in a freezing one.
And that? Is the news that’s fit to print.
Everybody stay warm, or cool, or whatever may be appropriate.