To-Do

1. Rectify November's books, SRM and Saltation
2. Answer professional emails (2) (1)
3. Wash dishes
4. Laundry -- in process
5. Write Yule cards
6. Clean house
7. Write

...I need a To-Do List with "Write" at the top. ...which will happen soon enough, there being only 262 days before we need to hand in Ghost Ship, whereupon the house and the accounting will once more begin the long slide toward entropy.

Yesterday's excitement included the Great Water Heater Bleep-out, possibly caused by the wind, and which contributed to the Completely Unreasonable Pile of Dishes that I slew this morning. Warm water is a wondrous thing, surely, and? My next house is going to have a dishwasher. Or a maid. Or both.

Today's forecast is for snow. I'm having a hard time believing in this forecast, given the blueness of the sky and the yellowness of the sun. We Shall See.

Only a week and three days of day-job fun until winter break. I may be anticipating winter break a little too much. It's like, "Eight days and no more day-job!" Which is, yanno, true, but for a limited time only. Unless my back-brain knows something I don't; and, to be fair, it often does. Well. Movie deal? Winning lottery ticket? Delivery of that crate of gold bars that's been sitting all this time on a dock at Dubai?

I'm reading everyone's camera recommendations with interest -- thank you! My timeline is that I would really like to have a new camera in time to take it with me to our GoH gig in Orlando. I'd had my eye on the Olympus FE4000, but there appear to be shutter-speed issues, which Won't Do At All. Also, I see that lots of folks like their Canons, but they seem to have a problem parsing in-door lighting. Since conventions mostly take place inside, this is kind of an issue.

...and now, back to the doing of books-as-in-bookkeeping.

What's everybody else doing that's fun?

To-Do List 4.5; Rolanni 3.5

Yanno? I think I'm giving up on the whole cleaning the house thing.

In other news, it's snowing. The weatherbeans are calling an upper snow-fall of three inches, closely followed by rain, freezing rain and rain. And where, I ask you, is the fun in that?

As reported elsewhere, tomorrow is Monday, at the conclusion of which there will be seven more days until winter break.

I did get a teensy bit of writing done; apparently this book is going for the teensy-bit model. I sorta prefer the white-hot-heat-of-creative-genius model, myself, though it is harder on the scenery.

Fans of Mozart will be pleased to learn that he is asleep on the the rocker and snoring like a champ. Hexapuma is conked out on the african atop the bird food bins in the kitchen, and Scrabble sleeps with the heffalumps is resting on top of her head in the co-pilot's chair in Steve's office.

Everybody stay warm, and we'll see you on the flipside.

Progress on Ghost Ship

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