Boring Domestic Stuff

Mist flowing 'round the tree tops when I got up at 6:30. By the time I was finished the early morning cat chores, the mist was a full-fledged fog. The weatherbeans are calling for near-60(F) today and a chance of thunderstorms. What interesting weather.

Have to figure out a way to keep Hex from eating all the food, all the time. There are three cat bowls, and they're all his, which is tedious, at the least. Also, while I don't mind a big cat, I don't really think he needs to come to his Full Adult Weight within the next two weeks.

Laundry is started; breakfast eated and there's still coffee in the pot. My mission today is to re-vision the last third of Fledgling and get with the writing. The faculty member from whom the major amount of work has flowed this past month is out of town until Wednesday (when she returns, the deluge, I'm afraid...), so I'll take the Duainfey mass market proofs with me to the day-job. I'm looking at this as a golden opportunity to find out how many sex scenes there actually are...

The fog is getting thicker. Mozart is asleep on his box by my knee; Scrabble is curled 'round in the co-pilot's chair in Steve's office, and Hexapuma is...somewhere. Hmmmm....

All righty, then!

...I think I've got the last third of the book nailed. There will be Changes from the draft-as-written, naturally, and I'm not totally certain how Mumble gets their bit sorted, but that's always the way with Mumble, who is one of those characters who runs best on their own. Yeah, a little too well on their own...

Wow, there are two deep cover agents in this book! Why did it take me until now to realize this?

Despite the fact that I have written no Words in a Row today, excepting the synopsis of the action so I don't forget any of my Brilliant Insights, I have done a Full Day's Work. For a reward, I'll do dishes, then get comfy and watch an old movie. His Girl Friday. I said 'old', right?

In Cat News: Hex does not like humans to crawl on the floor. Whereas Mozart will stare down his (consisderable) nose at a crawling human with a slightly pained look ("Oh, please..."); and Scrabble will merrily trot along under said human's belly; Hex was Seriously Alarmed -- arched back and careful back-away Alarmed. Huh.

In Housekeeping News: The laundry is done. Truly, I am made of Awesome.

Aaaaand! It's still raining.