Taking a break from the month-end bookkeeping

The check, she does not arrive. This is ...distressing.

Mail sent to the old, no-longer-serviced-the-post-office-will-shred-any-letters-bearing-it address actually was delivered. This is ...a provisionally good thing. On the one hand -- the letter did get here, All Rise and Uncover. On the other -- you'd think a company we've been doing business with for eight, nine years would be able to remember our street address from one correspondence to the next, not to say managing to bear in mind the fascinating fact that we live in Maine (ME), and not in Massachusetts (MA).

I did get out for a walk early in the day, enjoying the coolish weather, and keeping a close ear out for gunshots. This, as it turns out, is ...a very good thing, because it looks like the skies are going to open any second now and deliver us some more rain.

Mozart is up and about, which is... in general a good thing, except he wants me to play string with him RIGHT NOW, and it ain't gonna happen.

Scrabble is asleep on top of the file cabinet, which is ...a comforting thing.

Long columns of numbers still need to be added, subtracted, multifried and derided. Which is ...a necessary thing.

And the rest of it

Okay, you lot can design my dream kitchen when I win the Big Prize. I don't know how I've gotten on without all those neat culinary toys. However, I have to ask -- what is this dining room y'all keep talking about?

After bookkeeping writing happened on the new! or at least rearranged! original story for the Yule chapbook. What a difference a viewpoint makes.

kinzel is at chess. A little while ago a large number of police cars and a fire engine went speeding past the house, sirens blaring, and lights flashing. This is not an everyday occurrence 'way out here in the boonies, and it (not to mention the ongoing updates about the massacre in Paradise -- a fourth little girl has died of her injuries) have me on edge. My nerves aren't helped by the fact that the cats keep jerking awake and staring around as if they heard a sudden, unusual sound. They are, of course, just messing with my head, like cats do. But I wish they'd cut me some slack tonight...