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Introduction to the 2018 edition of Agent of Change

So, while I was making sure of the name of one of our cover artists (Sam Kennedy, in the instance), I came across the introduction we wrote for the 30th Anniversary Edition of Agent of Change.  Steve and I often referred (ironically; ours was a household and a partnership based on word-play) to the “scholars who would inevitably study our work.”

With this intro, we decided to play, and envision what such a scholarly report on our work might look like.

Have fun.

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Introduction to the
Anniversary Edition of
Agent of Change

It’s an honor to have been asked to write the introduction to the thirtieth anniversary edition of Lee and Miller’s timeless science fiction novel Agent of Change.

Our acquaintanceship spans decades; in fact Lee and Miller is our closest colleague in the field. It is tempting to say that we know the author as ourselves, though that would be deceptive.

Or at least misleading.

Lee and Miller began writing in 1980. The first work published under the author’s byline, in 1983, was a short story, “The Naming of Kinzel: The Innocent.” The second, also published in 1983, was another short story, set in the same fantasy universe, “The Naming of Kinzel: The Foolish.”

In February 1988, space opera classic Agent of Change was published, Lee and Miller’s first novel.

The author’s career after the publication of this first novel was erratic, occasionally terrifying, and sometimes short of food. Doubtless, the whole adventure would make compelling reading for those with a taste for tales of desperate derring-do, but that must wait for another opportunity.

Our topic today is the novel, Agent of Change.

It was a strange novel for its time; perhaps for any time. In form, it is indisputably space opera, that most exuberant of science fictional sub-genres. It is an action-adventure novel with overtones of the spy fiction of its day, the dialogue written in an often witty style with purposeful touches of melodrama. One famed editor called the work “John le Carré in space” as it was making the rounds of publishers. The human characters are warmly drawn, and deadly in context; the alien race charming and whimsical, not merely comic relief; and the plot is downright quirky.

The world-building is notable: Multi-cultural. Gender equal. Textured.

The heroes of the piece, Val Con yos’Phelium and Miri Robertson, are a study in contrasts. Val Con is Liaden, human, though not “Earth human;” the child of a wealthy clan seated on a wealthy world that has long dominated trade. Liaden society is privileged and proud; dismissive of “lesser” peoples and their cultures. The native tongue is chorded, tonal; sweet on the ear but difficult for non-natives to learn.

Val Con himself is educated, cultured, refined; fastidious, reminiscent at times of upper ton characters drawn by Georgette Heyer, the doyen of Regency Romance, whose influence can be seen more fully in later Lee and Miller work.

Hewing to the traditions of the science fiction genre, harking back to the vintage space opera of Andre Norton, and James H. Schmitz, Val Con is an assassin; a spy. . .

. . .and an agent of change.

Co-hero Miri Robertson, late of the Gyrfalks Mercenary Unit, is Val Con’s apparent opposite. She escapes the ghetto world of her birth by joining a mercenary unit as an apprentice soldier. By the time she and Val Con meet, in a firefight, true to the story’s space opera roots, she is a master sergeant, lethal, humorous; a hard-edged realist; a true friend. . .

. . .and an agent of change.

Miri is worthy of some further attention, as a character and as a marker of Lee and Miller’s intent in creating their universe.

In the 1980s female soldiers were not precisely thick on the ground – in real life or in fiction. And yet here is Miri Robertson: efficient, unflappable; a thorough professional, and a fully realized character.

This is one of the hallmarks of Lee and Miller’s work: We see male and female (and later, alien and AI) characters in a variety of roles: soldiers, caretakers, pilots, card sharps, security guards, mechanics, bartenders, scholars, planetary administrators – heroes, villains, and ordinary citizens, going about their lives.

Lee and Miller made yet another radical storytelling decision, which reverberates throughout Agent of Change, and the works that follow: This notion that, though people are competent, no one thrives in isolation. Through the narrative, the author makes the argument that people, all people, need people; they need comfort, assistance, companionship. Love.

As much as it is, very firmly, space opera, Agent of Change is also a discussion of what it is to be human, and to be a full partner in a relationship.

By turns, and sometimes simultaneously, Agent of Change is gripping, moving, and funny; a novel which has not only endured for more than thirty years, but which provided the launch pad for more than twenty novels and dozens of short stories, all set in what is now dignified as the Liaden Universe®, Lee and Miller’s lifework – which is still growing.

We hope you enjoy reading Agent of Change.

Sharon Lee and Steve Miller
Cat Farm and Confusion Factory
April 2018

About the authors

Steve Miller’s first professional sale was “Charioteer,” to Ted White’s Amazing Stories, in 1976.

“A Matter of Ceremony,” was Sharon Lee’s first professional sale – to Amazing Stories in 1979.

Steve and Sharon were each pursuing careers as writers when they met, in the late 1970s, realized that the sum of them was greater than the parts, and decided to pursue a partnership.

Some time after consolidating their books, music, typewriters, and cats into one central location, they accidentally collaborated on a short story, “The Naming of Kinzel: The Innocent.”

And so a third writer – Sharon Lee and Steve Miller, or, as they became known, “Lee and Miller” – was born.

Tea tasting

Today’s test tea is another from Upton’s Black Tea Flight for Beginners: Rukeri Estate Rwanda BOP Organic.

Opening the envelope — it smells like dried grass. Brewed, it’s malty and sour. I do not think I’ll be repeating this experience, and am currently brewing a cup of that nice Ceylon I had the other day, to kind of clear my mouth while I make breakfast.

Short day

Wrote about 990 words today, bringing the WIP to just over the 74,000-word fence. After, I laid myself down on the bed to do some PT — which I did manage to do before Firefly determinedly burrowed in against my side and put to me to sleep for an hour and a half. I am must refreshed, but somewhat behind on the day, which, in case anyone cares, is gloomy, wet, and cold.

I rustled up some soup for lunch, attended by Rookie. For my next trick, I will be changing out the cat fountains, and doing my duty to the cats, and that? may be all I manage on the day. I may have to rewatch the first part of “Maigret’s Revolver” because I can’t figure out why Lucas was learning how to make ramen, though I was impressed to find that she knows Japanese. Impressed, mind you, not surprised.

I’ve been noodling along the Salem pages, and honestly, I lucked into a marvelous location for my base camp. It looks like I can walk to anything that might interest me for my day away, the museum being my first interest.

So, that’s what’s happening — not happening, I should say — at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory today.

What’s happening with you?

Anniversary, with tea and writing

Today’s test tea came from the Black Tea Test Flight: Ceylon BOP. I am told that BOP means “Broken Orange Pekoe”. Place of origin, reasonably enough, Sri Lanka.

Opening the bag — it smells nice, like trees. Instructions are 1 tsp/6 oz cup, brewed for 3 minutes.

One of the other splurges I recently embraced was a Bodrum double-walled tea glass. Because glass is apparently one of my Endless Fascinations. It’s extremely light, and lives up to the claim that it keeps your drink warm inside while maintaining an outside temperature that makes it possible to handle with no discomfort.

Also, it lets you see your tea, which is Very Cool. I approve.

Back to the tea, which is, as I could see, a very pretty golden color, like high-grade honey. It’s — good. Lighter than the Russian Tea; the tree-like smell diluted in the taste, but still there.

I like it.

I’m not going to do stars, or ratings. Given how unschooled I am, I’m probably being impertinent by even trying to explain what I’m drinking. But here we are.
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All righty, then.

Friday, started out sunny, now grey, damp, and sulky.

Today marks the 46th anniversary of Steve Miller and I getting legally married at the County Courthouse in Towson, Maryland. I wore a grey dress. Steve’s suit was grey pinstriped.

We were attended by my friend David, who took us to lunch, after I had made a lifelong friend with the courthouse security guy, who was not the guy who had us sign the book on our way in, and, according to custom, removed my knife from my purse, telling me I could collect it on the way out.

Close observers will notice that I did not change my name when I married, though I was offered the option to do so. When we arrived at the security post, the new guard took leave to correct me when I signed the book SHARON LEE: “No, now, you need to sign your new name,” he chided me gently. “You’re a bride, remember.”

Steve told him that I had opted to keep my old name, which deflated the guard briefly, before he turned back and asked what else he could do for me, and I said, somewhat crankily, “I just want my blade back.”

Apparently, this is not An Approved Line in the New Bride Script.

So, today… One thousand thirty-ish new words; the WIP now standing at 73,275ish, total words.

I’m feeling somewhat tired and grumpy. Possibly, I’m hungry. I’ll go poke around in the fridge and see if something proposes itself for lunch.

What’s for lunch at your house?

Excesses in Tea

As hard as the words were yesterday; that’s how easy they were today.

One thousand thirty-five new words written, bringing the WIP to 72,240ish, total.

Which brings us, by routes mysterious and circuitous, to tea.

I really did go nuts. That said, all teas listed are 15g/0.5oz sample bags.

FIRST, my undoing: The Upton Black Tea Flight for Beginners, which is 5 sample bags; one each of: #1 Tippy Orthodox Darjeeling; Tippy Orthodox GFOP Assam; Ceylon BOP; Rukeri Estate Rwanda BOP; Yunan FOP Select. These teas are variously from India, Sri Lanka, and China.

THEN, I scored a free sample bag of Assam FTGFOP1 Select Blend from, of all places, Germany.

Now we hit the nuts part, the Tea Flight having Opened My Eyes to the possibilities inherent in buying samples.

THE REST OF THE STORY: Leadenhall Street Breakfast Blend (USA); River Shannon Breakfast Blend (USA); Bond Street English Breakfast (Germany); Scottish Breakfast Blend (USA); Mincing Lane Breakfast Blend (USA); Colombian Breakfast Blend Organic (Columbia); South Street Breakfast Blend (USA); Black Label Breakfast Blend (Germany); CTC Irish Breakfast Blend (USA).

Yes, these are all black teas. Call me boring. I’m looking forward to trying each sort, and to seeing if I can (1) tell the difference and/or (2) have a preference.

My favorite black tea ever, so far, is Upton’s Original Blend Russian Caravan (England). My fall-back black tea is Harney’s Irish Breakfast.

I kind of don’t get The Point of English Breakfast Tea. Lapsang Souchong, which at first glance oughta be right up my alley, is too peaty (I don’t like Scotch, either), and fruit-flavored teas are just — no.

I do quite like Harney’s Organic Peppermint, Ginger, and Chamomile teas; and the Lemon-Chamomile from the Republic of Tea; as well as what used to be called Buttermint Tea (now Peppermint and Creamy Vanilla) from Twinings.

And that? Is the record of my crimes.

Walkin’ through the streets of Soho in the rain

Thursday. Chilly and grey.

Woke up to find that I had been repurposed into a structural component of a cat pile consisting of myself, two coon cats, and The Best Pink Ball. We were all so comfy, I went back to sleep for a while. Who knew being a foundation could be so relaxing?

Vertical now, but going about a bit slowly. Well. Nothing on the schedule but one’s duty to the cats and writing.

A question arose regarding how many words equal a page, and that is one of those questions that seems to be perfectly straightforward, only — it isn’t.

Because I began writing in the Age of The Typewriter, and because Habit is a Powerful Thing, I write on an 8.5 inch by 11 inch word processor page with 1 inch margins all around, double spaced.

The Word of God is that, on average, a page set up in this fashion contains 250 words. If someone asks, I can break that down further, but at present, I’m under-caffeinated.

Note that the above has to do with manuscript pages.

If by “pages” one means “pages in a published print book” — I have no idea how many words will equal a page. A publisher (trad or indie) can play a lot of games with final pages — increase the font size, decrease the font size, widen the margins, reduce the margins, increase the leading, decrease the leading — those leap to mind.  Also, yanno, is the book published as hardcover, tradepaper, or mass market? So there’s no real correlation between manuscript pages and final published pages.

Ebook pages is a whole ‘nother thing, considering that the reader has final say on, oh, size of type, which affects page count.

And this? Is why I report words written, which, as we have discussed before, is an accounting system with its own inbuilt problems, but less than, oh, say — pages.

And now? I believe I will have some tea. And maybe breakfast.

What’s your plan for the morning?

Today’s blog post title comes to you via Warren Zevon, “Werewolves of London.“

Romantic facts of musketeers foundationed deep, somehow

Coon cats first.

And again.

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Well. That’s a thing to see, so it is. Now all we have to do is hope that the Department of Dirty Tricks isn’t stampeded into behaving indiscreetly.

Oh, wait.

So! The other day I called the Census Bureau and left a message, indicating my unwillingness to host a Census worker in my residence, and offering to do the thing by telephone or online.

Today, Chris from the Census Bureau called me back, and, the upshot of our conversation is that I will be “unenrolled” from the survey. Pursuant to the above, I note that today I received a postcard from that same Census Bureau informing me that I might call Field Representative NAME at NUMBER to schedule an appointment. Chris called just as I got in from the mail, so I’m counting him as the straight dope, and trust that Field Rep NAME will be informed in the fullness of time.

I did see Wildwood yesterday afternoon. It was Awfully Pretty, but I fear for storytelling. I already have a problem with how visual narratives work (it’s me, not them), but the storyline of Wildwood, (which I expected to be derivative, and it did not disappoint, though I’ll admit that I was surprised by some of the derivations) confused me, and though I managed to work out most of the kinks later, there are at least two points on which I remain capital-C Confused. (And, not a confusing point, but an irritating one: How is it that no one involved with this film knew that “Governess” does not mean “the wife of a Governor?” It scratched a nerve every time I heard it)

Still — very pretty, not sorry I viewed it, points to Madame Svik (the “Governess”) for playing honor as only the Fae can; will not be viewing it again. My capacity for war carnage, even realistic cartoon (as opposed to “cartoony”) carnage, was never high and is currently at ebb.

What else? Oh. I went a little nuts the other day and ordered in a zillion sample bags of black tea from Upton, so that’ll be a fun exploration.

This morning, I wrote just about 1100 words, bringing the WIP to 71,200ish total words.

I should mention here that this week may go a little pear-shaped towards the end, so if I drop out of sight for a day or two, that’s more likely the reason than A Meteor Landed On The House.

Lunch was another kind of the new premade “salad” lunches Hannaford is offering. This one was brie and ham over spinach, with fig sauce (for the brie) and candied nuts for dessert. I hope they continue with this, because at least (and so far) it’s working out for me.

And! I have letters to write, and banking to do, and coon cats to take care of.

How’s everybody doing today?

Today’s blog post title brought to you by Robert Allen Zimmerman, performed here by The Byrds, “My Back Pages.”

Election Day Drive-by

So, I’m back from the Food Bank, where, after a brief tour, I was able to donate my items; and CVS, where I purchased a glasses leash and arnica gel, of which more in a moment; and then I did most of my shopping at Hannaford, of which more now.

Mine city has adopted the scheme of selling the One True Garbage Bag to residents. They are purple, come in Large and Small, and can be purchased in 5 (large) or 8 (small) bag rolls at the grocery store for $13 the roll.

As you might imagine, the One True Bag system has its detractors. While it’s meant to be “fair” — you only pay for the trash you throw out — they’re expensive, especially in these days of $5 blocks of cream cheese, and, in short, the bags grow legs and walk out of the store.

Which means that they must be hidden behind the checkout counter, like girly magazines, and the customer must ask to have them added to their order as they’re emptying the contents of their basket onto the conveyor.

It will surprise no one to hear that I usually forget to do this. It will perhaps surprise some — certainly, it surprised me — that, this morning, I did remember to ask for a couple rolls of the One True to be added to my order, only?

The cashier failed to do this. No, she didn’t charge me for them; it just flew out of her brain.

So, now, I have the challenge of remembering to ask for the One True the next time I’m at the store. Or, possibly, I will make a Special Pilgrimage. And honestly? That’s most likely.

Which brings us to arnica. First, my apologies for having concerned people.

What Happened is that I fell forcibly into a door and whacked my head (and as I found out later, my left wrist, too). No, I don’t know how I did it. No, I did not pass out. No, I do not have a concussion. Speed was involved, which is often the case when I sustain these kinds of injuries. I refer you to Val Con and Theo, both of whom were too fast for their own good until they grew into their reactions. The difference being that I never grew into my reactions.

The result of the Encounter with the door was a lump on my forehead; I immediately applied ice; the swelling went down, and while I do have a slightly discolored bump on my forehead, it is gently mauve, not technicolor, and the black eye I feared has not materialized.

The wrist only started to hurt yesterday, and again — no idea. I did, however, put some arnica gel on it when I got home and already the bruise has faded, which is — Fast Work and I’ll make sure to keep some of this stuff in inventory, thank you very much to those who suggested it.

I finished Half an Orange last night and started The Witches of Cambridge this morning. Given my usual commentary on the subject of writing, I shouldn’t like Alice Hoffman, but every time I say to myself, “Oh, I’ll just read the first page,” I wind up reading the whole thing, and it looks like she’s Done It Again.

And that? Is all I’ve got. Movie starts at 12:55, and needlework starts at 5, and after I come home and serve up a belated Happy Hour, I’ll have my choice of the next episode of “Maigret” or The Witches of Cambridge (or, probably, both) to keep the doomscrolling down to levels that are not damaging to what I like to call my sanity.

Everybody stay safe. I’ll check in tomorrow.

Books read in 2026

71  Half an Orange in Gretna Green (Midlife Recorder #7), Linzi Day (e)
70  Sylvester, OR: The Wicked Uncle, Georgette Heyer (re-re-&c-read) (e)
69  Saratoga Trunk, Edna Ferber, narrated by Robin Miles
68  Tryst, Elswyth Thane (re-re-re-re-&c-read) (e)
67  The Gate of Ivrel, (Morgaine #1), CJ Cherryh  (re-read) (e)
66  Mr Gorzug and the Required Qualifications (Mr Gorzug #2), Nole Moody (e)
65  Mr Gorzug, Substitute Teacher (Mr Gorzug #1), Nole Moody (e)
64  Serpent’s Reach, C.J. Cherryh (e)
63  The Thief of Time, Terry Pratchett re-read (e)
62  Chanur’s Homecoming, C.J. Cherryh, narrated by Dina Pearlman
61  The Kif Strike Back, C.J. Cherryh, narrated by Dina Pearlman
60  Chanur’s Venture, C.J. Cherryh, narrated by Dina Pearlman
59  Pride of Chanur, C.J. Cherryh, narrated by Dina Pearlman
58  The Glass-Cursed, (Whispers & Wayfarers #1) P.H. Blackwood (e)
57  The Paladin, C.J. Cherryh, narrated by Stephen Bowlby
56  An Heir of Possibilities (Bad Heir Days #6), Grace Burrowes (e)
55  Bone and Blood, (Border Kingdom #2) C.E. Murphy (e)
54  Liberty’s Prison, Randall Liberty, Christine Graf (e)(bkclb)
53  Daggerbound, (Swordheart #2), T. Kingfisher (e)
52  A Gentleman of Modest Ambitions (Lord Julian #12), Grace Burrowes (e)
51  Swordheart, T. Kingfisher (re-read) (e)
50  Carousel Seas (Archers Beach #3), Sharon Lee, narrated by Elizabeth Rogers
49  Carousel Sun (Archers Beach #2), Sharon Lee, narrated by Elizabeth Rogers
48  Carousel Tides (Archers Beach #1), Sharon Lee, narrated by Elizabeth Rogers
47  Diviner’s Bow (The Redlands #3), Sharon Lee and Steve Miller, narrated by Eileen Stevens
46  Ribbon Dance (The Redlands #2), Sharon Lee and Steve Miller, narrated by Alex Picard
45  Kin Right (Korval in Exile #7 AND Tinsori Light #3), Sharon Lee and Steve Miller (unedited manuscript)
44  Salvage Right (Korval in Exile #6 AND Tinsori Light #2), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller, narrated by Eileen Stevens
43  Trader’s Leap (Korval in Exile #5 AND The Redlands #1), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller, narrated by Eileen Stevens
42  Accepting the Lance (Theo Waitley #7 AND Korval in Exile #4), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller, narrated by Eileen Stevens
41  Neogenesis (Theo Waitley #6 AND Korval in Exile #3), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller, narrated by Eileen Stevens
40  The Gathering Edge (Theo Waitley #5), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller, narrated by Eileen Stevens
39  Alliance of Equals (Korval in Exile #2), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller
38  Dragon in Exile, (Liaden Universe® beginning the Korval In Exile arc), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller
37  Sourdough, Robin Sloan (e) (bookclub)
36  Necessity’s Child (standalone in the Liaden Universe®), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller, narrated by Eileen Stevens.
35  Dragon Ship (Theo Waitley #4), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller, narrated by Eileen Stevens
34  Ghost Ship (Theo Waitley #3), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller, narrated by Eileen Stevens
33  Saltation (Theo Waitley #2), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller, narrated by Eileen Stevens
32  Fledgling (Theo Waitley #1), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller, narrated by Eileen Stevens
31  The Talisman Ring, Georgette Heyer, narrated by Joe Jameson
30  A Gentleman Far from Home (Lord Julian 11) Grace Burrowes (e)
29  Black Sheep, Georgette Heyer, narrated by Natalie Simpson
28  Cotillion, Georgette Heyer, narrated by Raj Ghatak
27  Platform Decay, (Murderbot) Martha Wells (e)
26  A Gentleman in Moscow, Amor Towles (e) (bookclub)
25  Fair Trade (Jethri Gobelyn #3), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller, narrated by Eileen Stevens
24  Ribbon Dance (Liaden Universe #26), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller, narrated by Alex Picard
23  Trade Secret (Liaden Universe #17), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller (e)
22  Sea Wrack and Changewind, Sharon Lee, narrated by Alex Picard
21  When the Wolves are Silent (Sebastian St. Cyr #21), C.S. Harris (e)
20  An Heir of Distinction (Bad Heir Days #5), Grace Burrowes (e)
19   Longeye (Fey Duology #2), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller***
18   Duainfey (Fey Duology #1), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller***
17  *Crystal Dragon (Liaden Universe® #10), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller
16  *Crystal Soldier (Liaden Universe® #9), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller
15  Seeking Persephone (Lancaster Family #1), Sarah M. Eden (e)
14   Theo of Golden, Allen Levi (e) book club
13  *Balance of Trade (Liaden Universe® #8), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller
12  *Mouse and Dragon (Liaden Universe® #7), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller
11  *Scout’s Progress (Liaden Universe® #6), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller**
10  *Local Custom, (Liaden Universe® #5), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller**
9   *I Dare (Liaden Universe® #7), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller**
8   Cuckoo’s Egg, C J Cherryh, (audio first time)
7   *Plan B, (Liaden Universe® #4), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller
6   Getting Rid of Bradley, Jennifer Crusie (audio first time)
5   *Carpe Diem (Liaden Universe® #3), Sharon Lee & Steve Miller
4   *Conflict of Honors (Liaden Universe® #2), Sharon Lee & Steve    Miller
3   *Agent of Change (Liaden Universe® #1), Sharon Lee & Steve                 Miller
2   A Gentleman in Possession of Secrets (Lord Julian #10), Grace             Burrowes (e)
1   Spilling the Tea in Gretna Green, Linzi Day (e)

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*I’m doing a straight-through series read in publication order

**I screwed up and moved right on to I Dare from Plan B, therefore deviating from publication order.  I will now amend myself and go back to pick up Local Custom.

***I’ll be re-issuing Duainfey and Longeye as an e-omnibus later this year, and so I need to read them!

Slow Monday

Slept dern near 9 hours last night, because I was So. Tired. and my Head. Hurt. And — insert whine here.

Feeling more the thing today, and I seem to have gotten away from yesterday’s misadventures without a black eye, and the lump has subsided into a bump. It’s showing some disposition to decorate in mauve, but maybe I’ll get luck there, too.

In other news! One thousand fifty-ish new words and? The WIP has broken 70,000 words.

That? Was a TOUGH 10,000 words.

Now, I need to go find some lunch. Yeah. Lunch.

On today’s agenda is wondering if I ought to go to a movie tomorrow, or schedule a day to take a ride later in the week, because I honestly can’t remember when I Drove Somewhere, and while, yes, the price of gas is appalling, and it’s not summer anymore, I do need to remember to get out of the house and Do Stuff.

In the meantime — lunch.

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I think I probably will just go to see Wildwood tomorrow, and get out of the range of election day for a while.  I am unfortunately going to finish my book tonight, so I’ll have to be pro-active about finding something to read that’s so engrossing, I won’t tempted to hit the ‘refresh’ on the election page every three minutes.

Argh.

Also, if you haven’t already — vote.