White bird dreams of the aspen trees
Tuesday, November 25th, 2025 08:48 amTuesday. Chilly and dim. Trash and recycling at the curb.
Breakfast was cold pizza. A milestone. I had what I believe to be my first pizza since Steve died on Sunday night, post-interview. It would have been something we might have done. This being so, I had cold pizza for breakfast, also for the first time in more than a year. ... It was good. Pairs well with Scottish Morn tea.
Woke up this morning with a short story in my head, so I need to map that out before I hit the WIP.
I have finished writing the Holiday Letter; it is now cooling before I reread and (probably) revise. Firefly helped me find the cards, and then we all had to sit around and explain to Rook about cards, and let him sniff them. He got green glitter on his nose.
Still reading The Thursday Murder Club (yes, yes: slow reader). One of the things I'm especially enjoying is the acknowledgement that all of the club members had Done Stuff -- even a lot of stuff. They did not just manifest one day as Old People, their pasts either irrelevant or a blank.
And of course, it's wonderful to see them manipulate the "clueless and helpless old people" perception.
I'm a little scared of Elizabeth, though.
So! This evening is needlework. This morning is writing.
I'm gonna need more tea.
What's on your schedule today?
Today's blog post brought to you by David and Linda LaFlamme, "White Bird"
