So I’m Still Here . . .

I just have nothing to say.

Okay I have a lot to say about Wonder Woman, but I’m cogitating.  Short version: I loved it.  Long version: I have some nitpicks . . .  So later for that.

Nita: So Nick gets poisoned and cycles through past lives, and that’s what I’m figuring out now. Turns out he was a real bastard back in 1502, and Max has to hit him with a sealed bottle of bourbon to save Rab from being choked to death.  That was fun to write.  Nita’s gone all day but comes home to meet Nick 1934, also a bastard, albeit an English-speaking one.  The logistics of this aren’t fun, but the dialogue is.

Yarn and House: I got through almost all of my yarn while Krissie was here (she took a couple of bags back with her) and I now I have to finish and then start using it up.  And finish building the rest of the storage in the living room.  I need one room in this damn house that’s done.  Okay, I love this house, but really.    Then there’s the kitchen counters and the extra shelves in the pantry and clearing out the little tool room so I can put the freezer in there.  So there’s that.

Garden: I have two potting benches to put together and the plan was that Krissie would help, but we got sidetracked talking, so now I have to go out there and just do it, and build the planter I have wood in the yard for.  And mow.  And plant.

And the dogs need to go to the vet and the car needs to go in for its well-baby check-up and the website needs work and this blog needed a post so . . .

The days are just packed.   

So how’s by you?

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