Bluegrass Bound

Holy crap, you guys - I have now officially sent off Draft One of Maplecroft to its marvelous editor! It is off my plate! For now!

[:: glitter confetti bomb ::]
[:: tee shirt cannon goes boom ::]
[:: dancers twerk wildly ::]

Now all I have to do is get back to Princess X and wrap up a draft of that by oh, say, the end of the month or so. Thanksgiving at the latest. Because I need to get a serious start on Jacaranda before the New Year. No rest for the wicked, etc. etc. etc.

And of course, we're about to pack up and leave town for a week. With the animals. Which is kind of an undertaking.

So the last day or two have been devoted to getting my housesitters up to speed (many thanks to my cousin and her friend, for holding down the fort while we're gone) ... handing out keys, making sure everyone has emergency numbers, and leaving STRICT INSTRUCTIONS for NO WILD PARTIES in our absence. There might be some obnoxiously loud bathroom demo, but there should be NO WILD PARTIES.

(Yeah, we're finally doing something about the Unfortunate Master Bath. Click that link for the before pictures. Hopefully I can offer some nice "after" pictures in another few weeks. Yes, the housesitters and the renovators are aware of one another. It'll be a little high-traffic around here while we're out of town, but all will be well.)

So where are we going? To Kentucky, that we may hang out with my dad and stepmom (and their two giant dogs, and their fluffy cat) for a bit. We can't make it up there for Thanksgiving or Christmas, and this is the week my dad has mostly "off," so there you go. And here we go.

Expect many dog pictures. Likewise some cat pictures. Maybe even some family pictures. You never know, it could happen. But don't expect much blogging. Again. This week. Like the last one. FOR DIFFERENT REASONS, THOUGH.

You know how it is.