Team Orca and other whimsies

Monday. Sunny and warm. All windows that open have been opened.

Breakfast was eggs scrambled with the last of the potato salad. Yes, I do this a lot. Yes, I like potatoes far too much. Lunch is in the oven -- a small salmon steak, because I can't remember the last time I actually ate fish, which is not particularly good news, as the cancer docs think that fish three times a week is just about right. Admittedly, my personal best was twice a week for several months, and that was with Steve pushing for all he was worth to make it happen.

I am very much liking this new writing schedule. Sat down at 9, and got up at 11:30 1,280 words the richer, and they're good, says I, as shouldn't.

Tomorrow, unfortunately, a break in the schedule, as I have an early visit to the vampires scheduled, something that hasn't happened in way too long, ref hospital exploding, doctors landing all over the map, having to apply to be a new patient at the practice my PCP landed at, And! all like that.

I was watching a Josh Johnson clip, in which he was talking about the fact that the orcas had attacked another yacht, and the resonate phrase was, "Who expected the orcas would step up?" Which got me to wondering if there was a TEAM ORCA! sweatshirt and how I would go about getting one.

Facebook has also been serving me reels from Quincy's Tavern, which is an ... interesting work perhaps in progress. And it gives me the chance to use the word "ledgerdemain" with non-ironic precision, and with admiration.

Now that lunch is done, I'm on to the business part of the daily schedule: I seem to have a phone call and two letters to write, and! a Sooper Sekrit project to work on. So? I'd best get at it.

How's Monday going for you lot?

Oh, wait!  Pictures.

Rosebush update!  It's doing splendidly -- new flowers and buds promising more:

And, I had intended to take a selfie, to prove that I was feeling much more the thing, but ... Rookie had a better idea.  Admittedly, he is much more glamorous.