Liaden Read Along

New entry in this sporadic series, in which the author reviews her body of work, for those who are following along

Local Custom is today's subject -- man, I had fun with that book.

Link to the intro/tale of the tale

Link to the summing up

Enjoy!

I have a dream...

OK, then! Friday evening. I'm sure I must've done something today, but I'm not bringing it to mind at the moment.

In re My Dream*, I have one contractor coming out to look the situation(s) over tomorrow afternoon. There are, in fact, two situations, The Dream and the need for roof extensions over the back wall of this house to fend the rain off.

I have heard back from Draft2Digital, which assures me that, if they believe that a Mistake Has Been Made, they will contact me and offer options for Fixing Said Mistake. I will therefore be going forward with republishing the Fey books.

Rookie stamped his feet and demanded to be let outside, so I told him he had to wear his jacket. To the astonishment of everyone, including Rookie, he let me put his jacket on, attach the leash, and take him out to my chair on the deck. He was content to sit on my lap for a few minutes, then squirmed to Get! Down! and did a sllloooowwww exploratory creep-and-sniff of the corner of the deck off of Steve's office. I brought him inside when it seemed like he was thinking about squeezing through the rail posts to see what was on the other side.

So! Busy few days upcoming -- tomorrow, I believe I will go to TJ Maxx's little party for its members, then the contractor in the afternoon. Sunday, I'll try to get the Fey Duology up for preorders. Monday, car to Charlie's for its annual whatnot; Tuesday Dead River to do another inspection (didn't we just do that?); Wednesday, the much anticipated delivery of the dishwasher, and Thursday morning crack o'dawn, the installation.

Phew. Oh. I need to line up a haircut. For the week after next, is what I'm thinking...

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow.
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*Transcription of a post to FB, seeking advice:

Where are my handyfolk?

Handyfolk, I have A Dream.

My Dream is to have a permanently attached screened room with a solid ceiling on my deck, ideally using one of the French doors in Steve's office as access. This would be both a catio and a place for me to sit out and take the air, while managing to dodge the Evil Solar Rays that radiation therapy has (according the Cancer Ladies, and I'm inclined to believe them on this) Forever Placed Beyond My Reach.

How would I go about achieving this Dream? Which seems fairly modest to me, but what do I know? How much is it likely to cost?

The reason it has to be permanently affixed, is that I have a screen house, but I can't either put it up or take it down by myself and in high winds it's a flight risk.

Spanish Aunts.