Monday. Dim, damp, and cooler than the temperature on the thermometer would leave you to believe.
Car service concluded. I had forgotten that I had a Free oil change and tire rotation on the books as an apology for last year’s narrowly-averted tragedy. I was also verbally apologized to several times for that mistake, and the tech not only asserted that he had tightened the oil cap correctly, but he demonstrated that this was so to the manager.
While I was in the Big City, I retired several errands, and! as a Special Bonus, I have a gift of homemade lasagna for lunch.
I’m home now (and will be unless I Get A Call, which I don’t expect) and have eaten the last cookie. Why does this keep happening? WHO IS EATING MY COOKIES?
Ahem.
While I was driving to and fro, I heard a clip from an interview with a member of Kansas, who was describing the first time the band played “Wayward Son.” One comment made me laugh out loud: “We all loved that song. We loved it so much we never thought it would be a hit single!”
Spoken like an artist.
Now that I am home, and absent a phone call, I’m going to take another whack at getting The Fey Duology up for preorder.
How’s Monday morning treating everybody?
Today’s blog post title brought to you by Kansas, “Carry On Wayward Son“
Thank you for the cookie comment. It’s good to laugh!