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“Whispers of the Flesh” is LIVE!

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I am ECSTATIC!!!

My second book is ready to be viewed by the public, and I couldn’t be happier.

I had spent months writing it, then months editing it. Then, I sat on it even though I was DONE done. That was just me being fearful that it might not be good enough, that I had to hold onto it a bit longer. That fear was just holding me back from releasing something I knew was good, something I was proud to have created and had every intention of sharing with everyone. Yet, much like releasing a babe into the world, it was tough for me because I do enjoy betas giving me the critique I need to make the book a fully, actualized piece of cohesive work, I was just worried that actual readers who knew nothing about writing or what it took would see it as a crap piece of work. I really wanted readers to get into it, enjoy it, and hopefully want to see more from me as an author, a writer.

I’ve spent years of my life not thinking that my writing was good enough. I still have many days where I feel my writing is meh at best, because of my own self-doubt. I am learning everyday more and more that I need to stop this way of thinking. Negativity should have no place in my mind when it comes to my writing, although it probably will always be there. I should at least minimize the background noise it spreads throughout my brain and really appreciate the work, time, and effort I put into using my damn imagination to breathe life into it via writing.

Not everyone can write. And not everyone can write well. I need to understand that I can write, and I can write well. One day, I will write so well, it will be amazing! Until then, I’m going to keep writing what I want, how I want, and hope that others see the vision and enjoy the story.

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Blog “Exclusif”: Bloody, Sexy Magique

Vacation is OVER!!!

I’m back!

I took a bit of a break, even from queueing other blog posts because honestly…a lot of madness ensued. My mama was prepping to leave, my son was heading back to school AND his bday was on the horizon (it’s passed now), and a lot of production at work. Aside from all of that, I was just choosing to live life!

All of that said, the Triboli ladies needed to breathe a bit anyway.

Break time is over. Time to see what the ladies are up to.

Tru: Extacy

Tru gasped in delight as her hands ran over the smoothness of the new Ralph Lauren evening gown. The silk ran through her fingers like liquid, the sheen taking hold of the light. The blackness against her golden skin held a certain magic. She had been waiting for her dress to be altered, eager to slip in her curves into the unforgiving fabric. Silk, if one wasn’t careful, showed every tiny flaw and blew it up. Tru knew Spanx would be needed to smooth everything over.

“Are you ready for your fitting, Ms. Triboli?” the tailor asked her, bringing in a few other dresses and pants Tru had requested to have altered as well.

Tru nodded, her eyes glued to her gown. “You’ve done a wonderful job with this piece, Marla.”

Marla smiled and shied away from the fitting room she had arranged for Tru in the back room of the Ralph Lauren shop. Tru placed the dress on the hook by its thin straps, hurriedly undressing down to nothing. She handled the dress as if it were made of glass, careful as she brought it down over her head. The feel of it sliding down her body brought chills to her, her skin perking with goosebumps as the rest of it fell into place. She fixed the thin spaghetti straps of it on her shoulders, the cowl neckline showing her decolletage tastefully. The black silk gown reached to her ankles, right where she needed it to be. She was short so the alteration had to happen, especially since she wanted to wear the dress to Chris’s confirmation dinner.

She knew it was going to be a gathering of who’s who in D.C. She couldn’t embarrass Chris, but mostly herself. She had a name in the town, and meant to keep it that way.

She looked in the mirror of the room, catching her figure in the dress. It hugged her seductively but was still acceptable for the dinner. The fabric melded over the slim wideness of her hips, the fullness of her breasts and thighs. She turned and her ass looked amazing. She already saw the vision of what the entire look would be for the gown, including the emerald necklace of Abraxas she meant to wear with it. She smoothed her hands over her neck and over the bare skin of her chest. The light caught the engagment ring Chris gave her, and she pictured the perfect lingerie for the evening after the dinner.

She grinned lascivously to herself, her plump lips spreading, revealing her bright white teeth. Everything was coming together the way she had planned all along. Every single minute was planned for Tru. She waved her hand over the mirror, the glass rippled, waves forming as she chanted for it to show her Chris. The vision climbed to the top of the glass, Chris sitting at his desk, his shirt unbuttoned at the top as he scowled at the paperwork in front of him.

A timid knock came on the door of the room Tru was in. “How is everything fitting?”

Tru looked over Chris before waving the vision away, the mirror returning to Tru’s reflection. She turned in the mirror, pleased with her incredible look and the dress she was sure was going to steal the attention. “Everything fits gorgeously, Marla. Fits like a glove.”

Short, I know, but we’re just getting started.

I will be back next with a new, longer chapter in the Bloody, Sexy Magique story. I hope you all enjoyed this little tidbit this morning, and I really hope that you enjoy your weekend!

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Blog “exclusif”: Bloody, Sexy Magique

Good early Friday morning, you guys!

How ya doin’? You good?

Wonderful!

Welcome back to my blog! We’re going to be delving into the women of the Triboli family some more. Yes, this will be ongoing as it’s me writing this especially for this blog, and it won’t be anywhere else. For now. Since I finished up editing “Whispers of the Flesh“–my second book in the Makaela Williams series–I decided to do soemthing fun for the blog. Just the blog. I decided to use one of my story ideas that I had saved in my WIP folder, and figured it would be great for the blog exclusive idea I had brewing around my head.

So without drawing this out too long, let’s get into the actual story of the women. No more introduction into who they are, let’s get to the meat of it all.

Chapter 1: A Love Like Blood

Tru, Ti, and Tabby all stood behind their mother as she sat in the phototographer’s studio stool, waiting for their next move. He had been directing them for the better half of an hour to move this way, put your hand here, move your hair out of your face, place your hand on her should, stand farther apart, and their favorite, “Smile with your eyes!”

Tru checked her phone numerous times, waiting for an email that she was sure was coming at any minute. Ti fixed their mother’s hair incessantly, dabbing on a little lipgloss onto Mama Triboli’s lips while Tabby checked her social media accounts. She had received over a hundred likes on her newest photo within 30 minutes of posting it. Mama Triboli relished in the presence of her girls, smiling sweetly at their hustle and bustle around her. However, she noticed Tru looking noticeably anxious.

Tamina, Mama Triboli, reached for Trudy’s hand as Trudy gave it to her. “What’s wrong?”

Tru shook her head, her smooth, jet black hair flowing around her shoulders. “Nothing, I’m just waiting on Chris to give me this confirmation. I’ve been waiting since yesterday to hear back about the renewal of his seat in the Senate.”

Tamina didn’t understand the bruhaha of politics, but she enjoyed seeing her daughter move around that arena like a lion. She was proud of the progress Tru had made from intern to Executive Assistant to Senator Chris Kelly. Chris was handsome, enterprising, respectful, and in love with her daughter. For their sake, they kept their relationship under heavy lock and key. Tru had ambitions of her own in the world of politics, and didn’t want their relationship mucking it up for her. Chris was more than ready to make their relationship public, Trudy not so much.

“It’ll work out, hunny, don’t you fret,” Tamina reassured Tru.

“Still waiting to hear back might mean it didn’t go through,” Tabby teased Tru.

“Wow, ye of such little faith, dove,” Tru pushed the screen of the phone in Tabby’s face, showing her the email Tru had been holding her breath for all morning. Tru’s serious demeanor finally cracked as she read through the email, taking a walk away from her sisters and mother. A huge smile was plastered on her face as she messaged Chris back hurriedly.

The photographer was coming back from his break, his tight black pants looking rather uncomfortable. Tabby gave him the once over and shook her head, the disapproval plain as day on her face.

“Alright, ladies, let’s wrap this up. I know you all have better things you’d rather be doing,” he told them as he readied his camera, his assistant gathering the girls around their mother.

They all wore red dresses in different styles. Mama wore a long sleeve, midi dress that fit snug on her youthful shape. Even well into her late years in life, she still managed to look exuberant and fresh. Tru wore a short sleeved red dress that reached the middle of her thighs, slight rouching at the hips and buttocks to accentuate her curvy figure. Ti had opted to wear a cap sleeve red dress that went down to her ankles, loose and flowy at the bottom. Tabby decided to be the flashy one, wearing a sleeveless, sequined red dress that hit just above her knees. She sparkled whenever the light hit the sequins.

Mama asked them to keep their makeup light since she knew the red would be more than enough for the photos. Although her girls were all grown women, she still had to be in control of their choice of wear for the shoot.

Tru and Tabby stood in the back of their mother, each one placing a hand on her shoulders while Ti wanted to be the one who kneeled by Tamina’s side facing the camera, but looking adoringly at their mother. Tru and Tabby both directed their gazes toward the camera. Once they were in place, the photographer’s assistant backed away and stood off to the side, out of the line of fire.

Tru smirked. “Smile with your eyes, girl!”

First chapter in the Bloody, Sexy Magique is a wrap!

What did you guys think?

I know this was short, but it’s light to give you something to grasp a hold to until we get to the good, good stuff. This chapter will let you know that the girls have an unabiding loyalty to the matriarch of the family, and even with them being grown, she is still the queen of the castle.

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Blog “exclusif”: Bloody, Sexy Magique

So we’ve come to the last intro chapter in this blog exclusive (“exclusif”; I’m purposely pronouncing it like Dave Chappelle from his acting like Dylan) story.

I apologize, good morning, how are you guys today? That was rude of me to not at least say good morning! Now that’s out of the way…

Alright, we’ve come to the last introduction chapter of the ladies of the Triboli family. We’ve got Mama Triboli herself, Mrs. Tammy Triboli (Tamina). She is the matriarch, the boss, the don, and she plays no games.

Without too much sauce, let’s just get right into it.

 

Tamina: Mother May I

Born in Eastern Europe to a Romany gypsy family in 1925, Tamina Džugi was a child with dreams, hopes, and grand ideas of how to never again be poor. Raised in the countryside of Romania, her family struggled day to day, some nights never knowing where dinner would come from until her father made a grave decision that would ensure his family wouldn’t starve much longer.

Father Džugi all of a sudden had taken the family from their small shack in the middle of the dry grass field, to a larger yet still modest home on the outskirts of the major town they lived in in Romania. Cluj-Napoca was home for a time, until once again Father Džugi moved the family to Bucharest to an even larger home, with more rooms than they needed. Tamina’s mother didn’t question where father got the money to keep the family comfortable. Instead, she relished in having to no longer worry about washing clothes in the river, food now in pantries and working refrigerators. Cars became a reality to the Džugis as well as other amenities that even their neighbors didn’t have.

Tamina had never been in school before, never having learned the same way that other children her age did. Her first day in private school was jarring for her as a 10-year-old, but she did her best. She found that once she got the hang of reading and writing, she began to take to learning like water to a fish. Her parents were proud of her, but were now both too busy to notice Tamina becoming increasingly curious as to what her father did, for she wanted to do it as well if it meant changing lives for the better.

Tamina noticed that her father always carried a sizable case with him whenever he had to leave for business–business that always involved traveling. When he returned, he was continuously out of sorts, but he held that case close to him like it was a tender babe.

Tamina decided to creep into her father’s office one fateful afternoon, a day off from school. On the side of his desk laid the case. She went over to the case, noticing that it was rectangular, hard, and the leather of it creasing from the many uses. The clip that held the flap of it down was shiny, gold, and dented. Tamina pulled the clip up to open the flap, revealing a book that she pulled out of the case. The soft leather of the heavy book made her skin crawl, a clasp keeping it shut, but she opened it.

When she heard her father’s office door slam shut, she turned to see him standing in front of the closed door, his dark eyes like two holes in the galaxy piercing into her. Fear gripped her tight as she held the book in her hand, knowing she was in the mess now.

Her father didn’t appear angry. Instead, he calmly walked over to her, his height imposing as she stayed kneeling on the ground alongside the desk and case. He bent down in front of her, his lips cracked below his mustache, his black hair slicked away from his face. His long lashes fluttered as he blinked at her, the book closing in her hand by itself, sliding away from her hand as it levitated to her father’s hands.

She swallowed her tears and waited for her punishment. It never came.

Her father, instead, taught Tamina how the family was being taken care of. She learned the secrets of the dark arts that her father had learned when he was a boy from his father and mother. Tamina took to these lessons quickly, and excelled in the highest form of the occult teachings. She became a fearsome force amongst the community, until she decided it was time to leave home.

Her mother and father both perished in a fire, war tearing Europe apart. This left Tamina to pick up and desert Bucharest for good, setting her sights on the country of opportunity and wealth: the United States.

She grew into her powers even more when she set foot in New York in the year of 1946, taking with her the fortune her father amassed during his time in Romania as a leader in the occult community. She never told anyone the truth of this, only saying she inherited a large fortune from her father who dabbled in oil, precious stones, and gold. She loved surrounding herself around the folks in high society during the day, but at night she liked to hang with the underlords, the gangsters of the town. She saw them as the real movers and shakers, and the ones with the real power and control over the city.

It was there she met the man who she deemed to be the perfect man to raise a family with, her heart not truly apart of the decision. His name was Edward Triboli, a mulatto gangster, numbers runner, and booze tycoon. He had created a liquor that was selling out faster than they could put out, which was a great problem for him to have. He also ran a small speakeasy, and that’s where she met him. He was intrigued by Tamina immdiately, and she knew he was a man of influence, and plenty of money to go around. She relied on him for comfort amongst other things, until one day she caught him with the book that sealed her fate as a leader in dark magic. When he asked her about it, she told him the truth. He didn’t run away. He asked for her hand in marriage, promising to give her any and everything she so desired as long as she never used that magic on him. She figured she didn’t need it anyway, it wasn’t magic that captured his attention but her.

Edward was handsome enough with his hazel eyes, light brown wavy hair, and height for days at 6’4. He was out of shape, but Tamina wasn’t with him for his looks. Or true love. She meant to secure her future with him, and his money. He knew politicians, entertainers, anyone who was anybody in town. She helped legitimize most of his illegal money, eventually getting Edward into politics. He had to disregard the African-American blood in order to get full support, but he had no problem doing it, although he couldn’t hide the slight kink in his hair. It didn’t matter. He became Senator Triboli in no time.

The Tribolis lived a rather comfortable life in the Upper Eastside of Manhattan. Tamina’s age was beginning to rain down upon, but her beauty was still apparent. They decided, even in Edward’s old age in 1982 to start a family.

They bore three beautiful little girls, all three years apart. Edward lived to see their births, but passed when their last girl, Tabitha was five years old. The girls mourned, but not Tamina. Death to her only meant that his fortune would go to their girls, protecting their standing in society. And with Tamina’s teachings, she could make her girls the most enviable, powerful women in the whole of New York, and soon, the entire United States.

 

 

Last, but definitely not least. Mama Triboli knows what’s important in life: money, power, and respect mixed with a little blood magic maybe?

Stay tuned for more on these women. This is just the beginning of their story.

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Good morning on this lovely Friday!

We’re coming close to the finale of the intros for the women in the Triboli Family. Tabitha is the little sister, the third child to their mother, and also a dangerous spitfire who lives for drama and trouble. Tabitha is the child that poses a challenge for not just the mother, but the sisters as well. She cannot be tamed. Or can she?

 

Third Time’s a B*tch: Tabitha

The birth of Tabitha was an arduous one. Their mother would tell the story many times, sometimes in anger, tears, or pride. She made sure they never forgot, especially Tabitha. It was always a constant reminder of the sacrifice their mother had to perform in order to bring her in the world. The sacrifice of blood and time, flesh and tears. Tabitha was over hearing about it after the first three times as a teen. As a child, it evoked a sense of the amount of love their mother had for them, namely her. It made her feel special that her mother went through hours of labor to bring her here.

When Tabitha was a little girl, she looked up to her mother. She loved to raid her mother’s closet and wear her fabulous shoes and jewels around her room, sit at her mother’s vanity and put on her lipstick. It looked a mess, but Tabitha enjoyed it, pretending to be her mother. She always thought their mother was elegant, timeless, and strong. Not a physical strength but a quiet, knowing one.

Tabitha loved having her dark, curly hair brushed by their mother every night before she went to bed as a child. “100 strokes every night for a young lady is the way to healthy hair, my Tabby. 100 calm stroke, ” her mother would tell her while brushing her hair until Tabitha became old enough to do it herself. She asked for her own vanity in the room she shared with the second oldest, Tina. Tina hated sharing rooms because Tabitha had easy access to her clothes. Tabitha loved it because of that very reason.

As a teen, Tabitha hated school. The admiration she had for it died after elementary ended and middle school began. She hated the faculty, the teachers, and most of all the principals. In high school, she cut her classes and skipped out to the mall. She knew a few things to help make sure she was never caught. Their mother taught her many words of the veil, and Tabitha used it every chance she got.

Tabitha was never a good girl. She only passed high school because of the flavored words she would use to get her teachers to pass her. Once she graduated high school, she told her mother she was not going to college. Her mother wouldn’t hear of it as she wanted all of her girls to have a degree in anything, something she never had. Tabitha didn’t think it was necessary, but went off to the nearest community college as her sisters went off to big name institutes. She wanted to stay close to home, close to their mother. And close to her one, true love Jerrod.

Jerrod and Tabitha met when Tabitha was in high school and Jerrod in college. She was playing hookie from school. She caught his eye in the arcade inside of the mall with her long, shapely legs and Coke-bottle physique. She was young, but built like a woman even then. Tabitha gave herself to him from the moment they met, his green eyes cut through her against his dark skin. It was definitely his eyes that got her first. Then his smile.

Jerrod was in music, and his career seemed to be going nowhere. Tabitha noticed this and decided to give his career a little boost. Just a nudge.

She and Jerrod became inseparable from then on. His music was everywhere, and while Tabitha was in college, she took Jerrod to their mother who had connections that could catapult Jerrod even further up in the industry.

All he had to do was sign on to her team, and Mama Triboli would make all of his dreams a reality. With Tabitha by his side, he became the #1 artist in the hip hop scene. He pledged his loyalty, blood, and life, to the Triboli Family and took Tabitha for his wife. But with success came many, many fine prints for Jerrod. None of which Tabby told him, none of which Jerrod would have agreed to had he known the true cost of his instantaneous fame and fortune. He would learn that the three pledges came the hard way.

 

I hope this was a good installment for you all! Jerrod is in deep trouble.

Next week, we’ll close out the introductions with the HBIC: Mama Triboli, Tamina Jo.

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Bloody, Sexy Magique: Tina

Well, I’m back!

I had a short little hiatus, a little vacay if you will. It was a really great week of literally nothing! Just a lot of eating, laying around by the pools (if we could find space), drinking lots of frozen cocktails, and just being. That was all well and good, but I’m really happy to be able to be back to editing my second book (Whispers of the Flesh), and bring you guys another installment in Bloody, Sexy Magique.

In this chapter…should I call it that? I suppose I shall, it’s too late now. So, in this chapter we’ll be meeting the second Triboli sister, Tina. Yes, I’m just going to throw you right in the water.

 

Wild and Ready: Tina

Born during a full moon, and the most difficult to bring into the world, Tina Triboli was the troublesome one that their mother had to endure. But once she arrived, she was clearly ready for the world.

The same fierceness that was in her older sister was in her as well, but she was unruly, and made no apologies for it. The mischievous glint in her eyes was always there, even as a small child. She loved playing with her sisters but loved playing pranks on them more. She was never without a good, solid prank or two. Not until someone was accidentally hurt. Her sisters never let her live it down, and never believed her when she said it was not meant to harm anyone. The poor nanny never saw it coming, but she survived the fall from the slippery stairs. Their mother made sure to pay handsomely for her silence on the matter until the nanny passed away when the girls grew older.

Tina was very popular in school. She was smart, studious, but didn’t enjoy school like her older counterpart. She enjoyed the swooning admiration more than the potential future of an ivy league college. Elementary was filled with compliments from both teachers and faculty alike about how beautiful and talented she was. She never received any good words about her school work until she entered middle school and some of her high school years. She was much too busy for her coursework, she thought. She had other plans in mind.

Once she was old enough, her mother came to her with the “request” for Tina to try to get into theater. Tina gave it some thought, tried out for parts, but never followed through. She decided it was too boring for her. She liked attention, but she didn’t want to share the limelight. Not even with her sisters.

In college, Tina was met with stiff competition from other beauties. Unluckily for them, Tina had a few tricks up her sleeve that made her top of the class when it came to noteriety. Tina’s college years were good to her, especially when she eventually caught the eye of the school’s most promising quarterback. It didn’t take much to have him caught up in her web. Tina was very voluptuous, hair dark and wavy down her back, and eyes chocolate and deep. She was arguably the most beautiful out of her sisters (they did argue about it), and also the most social. It worked in her favor with the well-known football player who made no hesitation in snagging her up.

He was drafted in the NFL almost immediately from college, and he took Tina right along with him. Tina’s mother was highly impressed, left wondering if it happened naturally or if Tina had a “little help”. Tina assured her mother, it was all her. Her sisters on the otherhand didn’t believe this, once again. Tina couldn’t care for their opinions any less. She was too busy enjoying the papparazzi life, famous for being beautiful. No spells, no jars, no blood.

 

 

Tis a short diddy, but there will be more later. We still have one more sister to go, and the queen of them all after that.

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Welcome back!

So I’ve come up with something cute to keep me busy while I wait for my second book, Whispers of the Flesh, to be finalized. I’ve decided for funsies that I would work on a blog-exclusive story where I’d give you guys a chapter a week. When I originally thought of it, I just assumed it would be fun until it’s not. I will build it up until I can no longer do so, or have it be apart of a much larger world, or put it in a compilation later on. I haven’t really decided just yet. But I’m going to do it!

This story centers around three incredibly gorgeous women with the power of beauty on their side. They use their beauty to gain them access to the world of excess, power, and immortality. The Triboli Sisters are everything you desire, until it’s too late to realize they’ve taken everything from you, including your soul.

Trouble Makes Three: Trudy T.

Born from the fire of their mother’s womb three years apart, the Triboli girls were everything their mother could ever dream of. They had a certain thing about them from a young age. All three girls filled with a light that their mother knew she would one day be able to use for her girls’ benefit. But her first child was her most strongest-willed and ambitious out of the three.

Trudy “Tru” Triboli was a precocious child, always observant and tough. She succeeded in many subjects in her schooling, becoming the student body president in both middle and high school. When Trudy finally entered college, she had grown into her mental strengths. Although she was very astute, she also had the beauty to match.

Her light brown eyes encased in an almond shape were piercing, thoughtful, and enrapturing. Once she knew the full weight her eyes could bear, she didn’t hesitate to use this ability to her advantage. Her nose she had sculpted due to what she thought was a “distracting” hump on the bridge of it, making it more refined. It was the only thing about her she wanted to change although she did consider plumping her lips, but immediately thought better of it. The lovely heart shaped face of Trudy couldn’t be denied where her brains were of no use. The curves she gained from the treacherous years of puberty left men of old and young weak in the knees, salivating everytime she passed them by.

She made sure to dress to impress, and even if that meant a little of her café au lait skin had to show, so be it. With the dark, silken blanket of hair grown out to the middle of her lower back, she swayed her hips expertly to a rhythm all her own, letting the tips of it brush lightly against her bottom as she walked. It was a technique she managed to grasp once she figured it was a way to seduce without speaking, to lead their imaginations without leading them on, and to stoke their fires without lighting a match. She could melt any man she desired, but her true love was never a man. Her undying devotion was to power. Absolute and plentiful.

She was raised to understand that higher than all things she could achieve, power was the primary goal. It was verbally beaten into her early on from her and her two other sisters’ mother. She took to it from the very start, having an initial understanding of what it meant to her family. Tru knew she couldn’t disappoint her mother. She saw what happened to people who disappointed the widowed Mrs. Triboli.

Trudy set her sights on gaining her degree in political science, executing this a year early in her college career. She wove a web that spun from the seats of a crowded classroom to the comfortable leather chair of an office in Washington D.C., taking on the role of intern for a senator–a senator she would snag without a need of spell nor potion. Her mother was proud. Tru had finally began to play in the larger game. Years of calculated planning, learning, and light seduction was leading her to her biggest feat of all: political domination.

 

This is just a description of this character so when I finally get into the actual story of the sisters, you (the reader) will have a little more insight into the character in the chapter. Next week, we’ll focus on the second oldest sister. Stay tuned for that!

Until next week, keep cool (or warm, depending where you are in the world), my friends!