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For anyone looking for an agent

This isn't how you do it.


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Early Sunday afternoon

I always have a hard time getting going on Sunday. I think it's only 630am, and I can sleep for at least another hour. Instead, it turns out to be 730am, King has already shoved two slippers in my face and is digging under the bed for another shoe, and the birds outside the window are racketing away. "GET UP, YOU LAZY SLOB. YOU WANTED SUNSHINE, WELL, IT'S HERE."

It is a beautiful day. Mid-60s so far, and blue sky sunny. Took both guys for a mile or so walk this morning, and may have pushed Mickey a little too hard (unlike King, who could walk for miles). But Mickey was at the backdoor and all excited and it would have broken my heart to leave him.

Much sniffing and competitive peeing. Truth be told, I think the warmth got to both of them--neither of them looked real perky as we maneuvered back up the driveway.

I wish I didn't have to wrestle with that lava rock today, but oh well. Just fed the guys--will give them an hour, then take them out with me. If King does snack on something untoward, at least he will have digested most of his lunch.

Treated myself to some bruschetta spread (tomatoes/olive oil/basil) and shredded parmesan on rosemary-olive oil bread (broiled it--very good) along with a glass of Sebeka Cabernet Pinotage, my current fave inexpensive wine. Topped it off with another of Polidori's truffles. Lust, I think. The pomegranate/bing cherry in dark chocolate. Very good with this wine.

Speaking of wine, I will admit that sometimes I buy a bottle because the label caught my eye. This week's snagger--Pinot Evil's Pinot Noir. A drawing of the three monkeys on the label. French. We'll see.

I've been posting a lot lately. It's like talking sometimes--something happens, and it's like, "oh, I must blog this." I need to ease off, at least through the summer and the first draft of the wip. Take anghara's post to heart. Get on with it.

But it's hard. I keep in touch with friends here. Learn the latest news. It will be like giving up my seat at the corner coffeeshop.

But I do need to cut back.

Early Sunday afternoon

I always have a hard time getting going on Sunday. I think it's only 630am, and I can sleep for at least another hour. Instead, it turns out to be 730am, King has already shoved two slippers in my face and is digging under the bed for another shoe, and the birds outside the window are racketing away. "GET UP, YOU LAZY SLOB. YOU WANTED SUNSHINE, WELL, IT'S HERE."

It is a beautiful day. Mid-60s so far, and blue sky sunny. Took both guys for a mile or so walk this morning, and may have pushed Mickey a little too hard (unlike King, who could walk for miles). But Mickey was at the backdoor and all excited and it would have broken my heart to leave him.

Much sniffing and competitive peeing. Truth be told, I think the warmth got to both of them--neither of them looked real perky as we maneuvered back up the driveway.

I wish I didn't have to wrestle with that lava rock today, but oh well. Just fed the guys--will give them an hour, then take them out with me. If King does snack on something untoward, at least he will have digested most of his lunch.

Treated myself to some bruschetta spread (tomatoes/olive oil/basil) and shredded parmesan on rosemary-olive oil bread (broiled it--very good) along with a glass of Sebeka Cabernet Pinotage, my current fave inexpensive wine. Topped it off with another of Polidori's truffles. Lust, I think. The pomegranate/bing cherry in dark chocolate. Very good with this wine.

Speaking of wine, I will admit that sometimes I buy a bottle because the label caught my eye. This week's snagger--Pinot Evil's Pinot Noir. A drawing of the three monkeys on the label. French. We'll see.

I've been posting a lot lately. It's like talking sometimes--something happens, and it's like, "oh, I must blog this." I need to ease off, at least through the summer and the first draft of the wip. Take anghara's post to heart. Get on with it.

But it's hard. I keep in touch with friends here. Learn the latest news. It will be like giving up my seat at the corner coffeeshop.

But I do need to cut back.

Evening

Only managed to put down lava rock over about 1/3 of the birdbath garden. I got started too late, and needed to do more weeding than I anticipated. It took me three hours to do what I did, and I figured at the rate I was going, it would be after sunset before I finished.

So. To Be Continued.

Roofers will be working tomorrow, so I will be doing day job stuff from home. Hoping the plumber will call so I can get that wrapped up before Wiscon.

I will be very happy when I no longer have to make arrangements for people to come to my house and fix things. It was a rough winter.

Evening

Only managed to put down lava rock over about 1/3 of the birdbath garden. I got started too late, and needed to do more weeding than I anticipated. It took me three hours to do what I did, and I figured at the rate I was going, it would be after sunset before I finished.

So. To Be Continued.

Roofers will be working tomorrow, so I will be doing day job stuff from home. Hoping the plumber will call so I can get that wrapped up before Wiscon.

I will be very happy when I no longer have to make arrangements for people to come to my house and fix things. It was a rough winter.

Wondering

Watching Bourne Supremacy. Loving Bourne Supremacy.

But. I know all about muscle memory and instinct and training that becomes second nature and all that. But if you are suffering amnesia and do not remember anything about your background or your life before a certain point, and only a little here or there of what you were before, is it reasonable that you would remember all your deadly assassin skills, how to vanish and how to tail? The languages you spoke?

Different areas of the brain? Or was it a very specific injury that was explained in the first movie?

WARNING: SPOILERS ABOUND--READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Wondering

Watching Bourne Supremacy. Loving Bourne Supremacy.

But. I know all about muscle memory and instinct and training that becomes second nature and all that. But if you are suffering amnesia and do not remember anything about your background or your life before a certain point, and only a little here or there of what you were before, is it reasonable that you would remember all your deadly assassin skills, how to vanish and how to tail? The languages you spoke?

Different areas of the brain? Or was it a very specific injury that was explained in the first movie?

WARNING: SPOILERS ABOUND--READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

'night

Tried to watch Revenge of the Sith. Gave up.

Couldn't Hayden Christiansen have bothered to, well, try? You know, make an effort?

'night

Tried to watch Revenge of the Sith. Gave up.

Couldn't Hayden Christiansen have bothered to, well, try? You know, make an effort?