There'll be laughing, singing, and music swinging

Friday. Sun trying to break through the clouds. I've been up for a while, but the day's starting slow. In Garmin-speak, yesterday was very stressful and though I slept well, it was insufficient to renew my body battery.

Whatever.

Breakfast was rice-and-quinoa cakes with cream cheese and the penultimate orange. The name of my next band will be Penultimate Orange. Lunch will be ... prolly a leftover salmon cake sandwich with whatever veggies come to hand when I open the freezer.

So! Diviner's Bow -- is it "bow" as in archery, or "bow" as in Liadens are always bowing? Here's the history, one! more! time!

Because the Padi arc is basically an internal trilogy, I/we decided to give the titles a sequence, to, yanno, Clue People In? Thus we have: Trader's LEAP, Ribbon DANCE, Diviner's BOW.

I know, I know -- too opaque. I'm reminded of That Time Steve wanted to title a novel Writ of Replevin, and Toni said, "Err. No."

This afternoon, I have an interview with Griffin Barber for the Baen Free Radio Hour. Which means I have to find my invitation email. Which is why I'm on my third mug of tea. I had Soft Plans to go to First Friday downtown this evening, so I'll see where I am when we get there.

Last night's ASL class was short a few people and we kinda flew through the lesson, and had time for side excursions. It was fun. I haven't yet paid my money for the follow-on course. I will have to miss the last lesson by reason of BaltiCon, but I'll be able to attend the rest.

What else?

Honestly? I think that's it.

Who has Friday night plans?

Today's blog post title brought to you by Messers Jagger and Bowie, riffing off of Martha and the Vandellas' 1964 hit, "Dancing in the Street"

PSA

OK, here's what. I'm taking an Electron-free Day tomorrow. Everything's fine, I just want to sit, watch the snow, meditate upon my WIP, and snuggle with the cats.

Here endeth the PSA.