That ain't workin'

Lazy Monday. Glary and already warmer than it was yesterday. The weatherbeans have put all their tokens down on 60F/16C.

I slept "late," had a leisurely shower, sat in the window while Tali stood on my lap and slapped me with her tail (in her defense, there are a zillion crazy little brown birds hopping around the lawn). Had cottage cheese and some grapes and called it breakfast. Not sure what I'm going to do about lunch. Take out? I finished a book, after all. That used to be an excuse -- like we needed one -- to celebrate.

Made a list of things to do after I finish up the bookkeeping parts of Kin Right, and it turns out that I have A Number of things to catch up before I have to start the next book, in addition to having time to bake, so that's a relief.

Today's plan, as soon as I'm finished here, is to start putting my working Weird Words List into some kind of order, and to finish the laundry. In re the latter, I can report that the first load of towels is in the washer, and the cats are in Steve's office, doubtless writing a Memo to be placed in my file.

How's Monday starting out for you?

And today's blog post title is of course brought to you by Dire Straits, "Money for Nothin'"

Monday evening with laundry

Unh.

Yanno what's interesting? What's interesting is that there are Twenty-Five PAGES of Characters/Places/Weird Words/Ship Names for Kin Right.

Yeah. Cutting it down. Good thing I finished writing the book early.

Tomorrow is Tuesday, which is Errand Day, finishing up with needlework, so Wednesday, I'll get back with hacking down the "Cast of Characters."

Rookie is demanding Happy Hour and I'm in sympathy, because I'm kinda hungry myownself. Guess the little frozen wontons from the back of the freezer weren't all that sustaining. Good to know.

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

Earlier today, Firefly decided to do a surprise inspection of the clean clothes: