It’s not foggy. I just need to clean my glasses

Seriously, I’m not speaking in metaphors.  My glasses were so filmy I thought for a second it was foggy.  Today’s words are TGIF and why-did-the-recycling-truck-miss-us-yesterday?

Yesterday’s expected chapter and a half turned into a solid chapter, no half, so I’ll be smacking that keyboard into submission today to get my new chapter written in its entirety before I call it quits for the week.  I like the changes I put in yesterday, simplifying the plot and setting up a conflect that wasn’t there before but should have been.  Today will be one of choices, so I’ll probably be using a pencil and paper for a chunk of time before I dive in and start some dialog.  My temptation is to do dialog and then sit on it the rest of the weekend, but I am feeling pinched, so will risk having to rewrite this one again and try to get it all on paper today.

Garden watch:  I don’t know . . .  I don’t think it got as cold as they said it would, but I’m glad I covered my hosta anyway.  As Mud said, everything else can handle a little frost, but some of my hosta are heirloom size and variety, and I didn’t want them to start from scratch.  Besides, if they die from frost, what will the deer eat?  -snerk-   I might just leave them covered since they’re still getting light/moisture, but the ones under buckets I did open.  There was condensation on them, so maybe I saved them after all.  Oh!  And my cherry tree does have fruit coming.  Not a lot, but some.  Yay!

P.S.  Why did my blog program suggest I tag this post with vacation, travel, and yoga?  Yoga?  Really?  Was it the word pinched?