Good ghod, where did the day go?

Up betimes, made Road Sandwiches* for Steve, shared breakfast and coffee and saw him on his way. Made bruschetta, attended to the Cats' Necessary Place, emptied the humidifier, counted the day lilies -- 13! -- and am about to hit the showers.

...after which I'll hit the couch and get Theo down to Surebleak.

If you see an old silver Subaru with the license plate I Dare on the road today, wave!



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*Much more nutritious than Wish Sandwiches

As the day continues

I sat out under the maple tree with my pen and yellow pad, enjoying the breeze and the birds and occasionally scribbling notes, until the sun came 'round and forced me inside.

Birds sighted: The Usual Suspects -- chickadees and house sparrows -- and a cedar waxwing, with the dramatic eye treatment and pretty yellow underskirt.

The work with the pen and the pad yielded somewhat better results. I think, I report cautiously, that I Have It, all the way to the end, with the exception of one small-but-important detail that I need to talk to Steve about, except Steve is on the Road to Raleigh (where's Crosby and Hope when you need 'em?), having reported in from New Hampster some hours ago, and making very good time indeed. OK, well. It'll get worked out, one way or another.

In the meantime, laundry's started and I'd better transcribe these notes before I forget what they say -- then see about rustling up some supper.

One more and -- good-night

About an hour ago, Hexapuma realized that Steve was Not! Anywhere! To! Be! Found! He galloped through the house, squeaking in distress (yes, squeaking), then sat down in the hallway and bawled. He let me pick him up and stroke him, even purred briefly, but then it was down and on the trail again, calling, calling. . .

I think he's worn himself out now, poor little guy. In the past when one of our cats Suddenly Realized someone was absent, the one who was present was able to call the one who was not and put them on the phone with the cat. However, this method only works with a non-deaf cat.

Steve called in from Pennsylvania, having arrived in a timely fashion. His plan was to review workshop submissions and early to bed, so's to get a jump on tomorrow's section of travel.

My plan for tomorrow is early errands, then more writing. Supposed to rain, of course; but that's the story for the whole rest of the week, so I might as well get damp early and have it over with.

G'night.

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