Ketchup, with rain cloud

I'm thinking that starting the day fried isn't the best plan.

It is, however, the Plan We Have.

For those Breathlessly Awaiting their 1099-MISC from SRM Publisher, they're going into the mail today, Tuesday, January 26. I'm apologize for being so late in getting them out.

Day-job is gone splooey -- three searches coming down all at once, with attendant fiddly details. It's amazing how much noise nine candidates and their search committees can make, just by being polite and reasonable. Also have a high-profile speaker to attend to and two tenure cases to get started RSN. I do wish that the workload on this job could be made into something other than Feast or Famine, but I haven't been able to figure it out yet.

It looks like the rest of the week after work is going to be filing/bookkeeping/taxes/all the other stuff I put off because I wanted to get some work done on Ghost Ship.

"Write every day," sounds simple, donit?

Yesterday, it rained. The highest temperature I saw was 55F/13C, from a slightly suspect reporting station. Still, the called-for high of 48F/9C would've been enough to do the job. The evening brought wind, and much shaking of the house, and noises of things being Flung About in the darkness. I haven't looked outside yet, but I trust that my car is still in the driveway.

This morning, we have a flood watch, and probably standing water everywhere, not to mention ice in Interesting Locations. Still calling for mid-40s temps, which is for the best, after yesterday's deluge.

I'm going to go make coffee.

Y'all have a good day.

Two steps forward...

Got a couple hour breather at the day-job; made fish. That was fun. I may make more fish tomorrow.

At home, I sat with the damned taxes, punching numbers into boxes. I had hoped that I would have this done tonight, so the accountant would have time to do her thing and the forms mailed on February 1. In some beneficent universe, somewhere, that happened, and we got a refund, too. This? Is not that universe.

In between the day-job and the taxes, the D&A money for Mouse and Dragon and some walkabout royalties rolled in -- and there was much rejoicing. Steve and I met at the bank, did the deposit, then went out to Dairy Queen for milkshakes.

Yes, we do lead a life of wild, unremitting abandon; how nice of you to notice.

In weather news, it rained and snowed, was briefly cloudy, then brilliantly sunny, so that's most of the notes struck.

This morning, when I drove out to work the meadow on my right was a wide expanse of murky water over green ice. It looked like the field had been paved in peridot.