Don't know why you'd run/What you're running to, or from

Raining, here at the Confusion Factory; the Waterville airport claiming temps of 45F/7C. Hello? Yes, I know the clerk who routed our weather to autopope has been re-assigned, but there was supposed to have been a re-calibration along with... Excuse me? It's back-ordered?

Uh-oh.

Last night Steve and I knocked off early and viewed "The Remains of the Day." I'm still thinking about it. I do take issue with the implication that Mr. Stevens could have Altered The Course of History, had he only broken with his own melant'i, or that he was implicit in his master's. . .delusions. As I said, still thinking.

(I had forgotten to mention that we had watched "Inkheart" on...Wednesday evening, I think. It wasn't what I had thought it would be, but any movie that wants to talk about the debt and balancing between an author and the characters he creates is bound to engage me, and so it was.)

More Ghost Shipping here today, in-between bouts of staring out the window, and the ever-popular elastic band exercises. I'll have to get with the end-of-the-year bookkeeping one of these days realsoonnow, but -- today is not that day.

Also? Tomorrow is Monday.

And I'm sleeping in.

Progress on Ghost Ship

15738 / 100000

Father had never lied to her before.

That can't be right. . .

Wunderground claims that the weather station at the Robert LeFleur Airport is reporting an air temperature of 72F/22C. Uh, no. The rest of the state is reporting temps in the low-to-mid 40F, which is Plenty Warm Enough. It's been raining like a sonofagun all day, with intermittently nasty winds and some Interesting pinkish sky.

Regardless of what the temperature Really Is at the moment, the weatherbeans foresee a plummet into the 20sF/-6C on the overnight, followed by. . .snow! On top of what will then be. . .ice! Total accumulation, once it's All Over With, sometime Monday evening, in the three to five inch range. What fun. I'm staying Right Here and hoping that the lights stay on.

The apple tree across the way was host to fifteen or so wild turkeys in the middle of the afternoon, and about the same number of deer, moving in family groups of two-to-four. I may need to plant an apple tree where I can see the action from my office window, which is kind of funny, since this land used to be part of an apple orchard. All that's left are a couple of ancients, in and among the new growth of ash and pine, but the turkeys remember.

Got another few hundred words written, did some re-arranging, and my exercises; signed about a hundred, hundred-fifty Halfling Moon -- it's funny how it hurts to write -- not an activity I associate with shoulder movement, but there you are. I was just sitting down to map out the next book chunk, but my sister called with news from the south. Talking with Listening to my sister always leaves me scattered and often exhausted, so we'll get with planning the next story chunk tomorrow morning, I think. In the meantime, I need to go torture a cat and see if Steve wants to watch "Easy Virtue."

Progress on Ghost Ship

16309 / 100000

She never intended to come back to Surebleak, once she got free of it, but she'd remembered the address of that Learning Shop. Just in case.