Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clements

[rolanni]

Tuesday. Cloudy and cold. Trash and recycling at the curb.

Breakfast was rice crackers, cream cheese, and one of those tiny mandarin oranges. Finishing up the first cup of tea. Lunch -- is hours from now.

I really need to go to gym and get back in the habit of going to gym. I used to go to gym so I could do stuff for us that Steve could no longer do, and that logic remains. I hate running without backup, but that's the road, so -- gym. No, really. Even though it's cold and I don't wanna.

After gym, I may or may not swing by Marden's to see if I can find a runner -- winter is here and snow will be tracked into the house. Better it melts on a rug than on the wood floors. I keep trying to remember what we did, yanno, last winter, and the five winters before, but -- apparently it's one of those minor details the brain scuttled to make room for Larger Things. I suppose it's possible we just brought one of the runners from downstairs, upstairs, but they're being used and useful where they are, so I'd rather just leave them where they're doing good.

I got the proof trade paper of Sea Wrack and Changewind yesterday in the mail. My! That is a *handsome* book.

Preorders for Sea Wrack and Changewind ebook stand at 177 at Amazon; 10 at Apple; 2 BN; 9 Kobo.

. . . and that's the news.

Off to gym with me.

Who else is going to gym today?