Believe in me, I'm with the High Command

What went before: 42% of new ramen shops close within the year; 72% close within three years.

Good heavens; I had no idea (1) how many people want to open noodle/ramen shops or (2) what the fail rate is.

Yes, I'm researching noodle shops for the WIP.

Because! You should write what you know.

Which means: Do your research.

Edited to add:  No, I'm not looking for stats; I'm looking for what you need in the kitchen.  The stats were just ... there.

What went before: So, wrote a scene kind of like the scene I had in my head, about 1,180 words.

I have a couple of things to set up for the rest of the week, which is just chock full of fun. Book club early tomorrow afternoon -- that's fun. Mammogram at 8 am on Tuesday -- not so much fun -- and needlework tomorrow evening. They're going to start charging me rent at the library.

Wednesday and Thursday are clear, and on Friday morning, I get to drive to Bath to visit my PCP. Could be worse, I guess. At least Bath is interesting, and I can reward myself for my patience by visiting the bakery, after.

Speaking of fun, I suddenly, and almost without warning, decided that I was done with low-stakes cozies for the moment and on the advice of a friend have taken on Shards of Earth by Adrian Tchaikovsky. So far, so good. It's good to see what the Iloheen got up to in their retirement. And it's good to be reminded that we/I don't write ambitious books.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe; I'll check in again tomorrow.

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Earlier that same Monday: So, I often listen to Alan Hunter on Classic Rewind on Sirius XM. He's doing something interesting -- send him your top ten favorite songs from the "Cassette Era" and he, or somebody, will tally them up and play the Most Favorite Top Ten of Everybody Everywhere sometime in October.

Of course, I don't remember Alan's email address, and he did allow as how this is the sort of list that changes daily, if not hourly, but it's an interesting challenge of itself.

So! I Challenge You! List your Top Ten Songs from the so-called "Cassette Era of Rock and Roll" (late 1970s-early 1990s) as of -- Right Now.

Go.

My Top Ten before I finish my first cup of tea are (in no particular order, because that would be TOO crazy):
1 Silent Running, Mike and the Mechanics
2 Don't Pay the Ferryman, Chris de Burgh
3 Werewolves of London, Warren Zevon
4 Don't Fear the Reaper, Blue Oyster Cult
5 Under Pressure, Queen/Bowie
6 Burn with Me, Modern English
7 Missionary Man, The Eurythmics
8 Be Good to Me, Tina Turner
9 Sultans of Swing, Dire Straits
10 Beast of Burden, Rolling Stones

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Reading over a section I wrote a couple days ago. Made note: "Korval pilots do not SCURRY." Sheesh. Who writes this stuff?

So, Monday. Sunny and pleasant. Been doodling around with mini-projects. Getting my needles ready for the next project. Making a pot of rice, doing some business correspondence. Need to go downstairs and clean the cat boxes in a few. Book Club at 1.

Last night, after I quit for the day, I sat down and handwrote another two pages. I really need to sit down, seriously, with the chapter-by-chapter and make a list of What's Missing, 'cause I could write Good Scenes until the Heat Death of the Universe. Still looking at that title. It may have to do.

I keep forgetting to mention for the edification of Rookie's Fan Club -- for all his obvious charms, and they are many, Rookie has not really been very chatty. Given that he's a Maine Coon, that made him practically silent. As a kitten, his purr was so loud, it sometimes knocked him over, which was -- no, we don't laugh at our kittens. We tell them they're Very Special to have Thought of That. Now that he's a Big Cat, though, his purr is extremely soft and puffy, and while I have once or twice heard him yell in frustration, his vocalizations were mostly quiet, and directed to the other cats.

That has changed, since, I'll say, since Trooper left us. Rook has taken to meeping at me, making eye contact and Stating A Thing.  He's still much more quiet-spoken than Trooper, or even Sprite, who spoke softly, but with Great Clarity -- but he's talking, and he clearly means to communicate. So, yanno, that's exciting.

The kid's still growing.

I don't think I have anything else to report. As said, I've got a few chores to do before I head off for book club, but it's not really a very crowded looking day.

How's your Monday shaping up?

Today's blog post title from Mike and the Mechanics, "Silent Running," because how could I not?

Also, cat tax.  Tali is getting bold: