Dancin' in the dark

[rolanni]

What went before: So, today's work revealed to me that the niggling feeling that I had regarding something being off about the timing was, indeed correct. I need to recast a few scenes, but thank ghod I caught it this early in the process. If I'd written half a book incorporating this error, fixing it would have been a Nightmare.

I spoke with Eileen Stevens again this evening; she plans on beginning her narration of Diviner's Bow this weekend.

Onward.

Oh, let's see. Thursday?

Thursday. Dim and! It's going to snow! Bah. BAH, I say.

Breakfast was oatmeal with inclusions of dried cranberry and walnuts. Lunch will be -- I took some of that ham and pea soup out to defrost. If it's gonna snow...

Today's plans are to make the last of Steve's bread kits that he squirreled away. This one is for a multigrain loaf. The flours and seeds are all premixed. I'll be using my own yeast, rather than trust the little packet that came with. So, that should be good.

I have some PR to do, and a couple letters to write. Also, writing. I left myself a V. Cranky Note last night, to wit: WHAT TIME IS IT ON TINSORI LIGHT? Which -- wow, talk about a head-scratcher.

Tonight is supposed to be my first ASL class, which is in-person at the high school. I'm hoping the snow just blows out to sea and leaves us to it. That would be nice.

The cats would have me believe that they are Out of Food. This is almost true, and they'll be due for a refill about lunchtime.

I am still like The Plan that has me driving to Balticon, then stopping at Corning on the way home to do the glass museum for a couple days before coming home. If it still seems good tomorrow, I'll have some reservations to make.

For those playing along at home: my ears have not fallen off, or turned red or black. I'm cleaning them three times a day, like it says on this sheet of paper here, and turning them per likewise.

This morning so far, Firefly and Tali have played a game of tag; Tali and Rook have played a game of tag; and Firefly has smacked Rook repeatedly on the head. Trooper is napping in the copilot's chair.

And so it goes. Time to start the bread.

What's the weather where you are today?

Today's title brought to you by Bruce Springsteen, "Dancin' in the Dark."

Comments

[sraun]

I have very fond memories of the Corning glass museum. I would love to have spent a few more hours than I had.

They had a bunch of hands-on seminars (make your own glass bead, make your own slumped glass, I think at least one more?) that I did one of. It was a BLAST!