It's quiet...

...too quiet.

Outside, it's drizzly with not even a flutter of wind, which makes it seem warm and close, even though the thermometer is pegged at 68F(20C). Inside, the cats are asleep, Mozart on top the file box at my knee, Scrabble in kinzel's office. There's no kitten chasing a Wild Paper Scrumble up and down the hall, squeaking the War Cry of the Coon Cat; no one came to stand on my knee and lick my nose while I was reading the morning comics.

kinzel is out at an appointment. I've been amusing myself by refilling the hummingbird and oriole feeders, and catching up on various SRM chores. The orders have been printed, the pre-orders for Gunshy brought up to date. I finally totaled and recorded accounts receivable for the first fifteen days, despite the adding machine's sense of humor (really, adding the same column of figures five times and producing five different answers is having a little too much fun). Filing still needs to be done, but I'm not filing today. So there.

I also watched a mess of trailers -- Fearless, billed as Jet Li's last movie; The Lake House; The Lady in the Lake (a theme!); Step up. They all look interesting, for some value of "interesting" -- Step Up particularly because it takes place at the Baltimore School for the Arts, back in my old 'hood. In reality, the next movie we'll see in an actual movie theater will be the new Pirates of the Caribbean. I'll have to remember to add these others to my already overflowing Netflix queue.

And now, having wasted enough time, I'm off to revision-land.