That can't be right. . .
Sunday, December 27th, 2009 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniWunderground claims that the weather station at the Robert LeFleur Airport is reporting an air temperature of 72F/22C. Uh, no. The rest of the state is reporting temps in the low-to-mid 40F, which is Plenty Warm Enough. It's been raining like a sonofagun all day, with intermittently nasty winds and some Interesting pinkish sky.
Regardless of what the temperature Really Is at the moment, the weatherbeans foresee a plummet into the 20sF/-6C on the overnight, followed by. . .snow! On top of what will then be. . .ice! Total accumulation, once it's All Over With, sometime Monday evening, in the three to five inch range. What fun. I'm staying Right Here and hoping that the lights stay on.
The apple tree across the way was host to fifteen or so wild turkeys in the middle of the afternoon, and about the same number of deer, moving in family groups of two-to-four. I may need to plant an apple tree where I can see the action from my office window, which is kind of funny, since this land used to be part of an apple orchard. All that's left are a couple of ancients, in and among the new growth of ash and pine, but the turkeys remember.
Got another few hundred words written, did some re-arranging, and my exercises; signed about a hundred, hundred-fifty Halfling Moon -- it's funny how it hurts to write -- not an activity I associate with shoulder movement, but there you are. I was just sitting down to map out the next book chunk, but my sister called with news from the south.Talking with Listening to my sister always leaves me scattered and often exhausted, so we'll get with planning the next story chunk tomorrow morning, I think. In the meantime, I need to go torture a cat and see if Steve wants to watch "Easy Virtue."
Progress on Ghost Ship
She never intended to come back to Surebleak, once she got free of it, but she'd remembered the address of that Learning Shop. Just in case.
Regardless of what the temperature Really Is at the moment, the weatherbeans foresee a plummet into the 20sF/-6C on the overnight, followed by. . .snow! On top of what will then be. . .ice! Total accumulation, once it's All Over With, sometime Monday evening, in the three to five inch range. What fun. I'm staying Right Here and hoping that the lights stay on.
The apple tree across the way was host to fifteen or so wild turkeys in the middle of the afternoon, and about the same number of deer, moving in family groups of two-to-four. I may need to plant an apple tree where I can see the action from my office window, which is kind of funny, since this land used to be part of an apple orchard. All that's left are a couple of ancients, in and among the new growth of ash and pine, but the turkeys remember.
Got another few hundred words written, did some re-arranging, and my exercises; signed about a hundred, hundred-fifty Halfling Moon -- it's funny how it hurts to write -- not an activity I associate with shoulder movement, but there you are. I was just sitting down to map out the next book chunk, but my sister called with news from the south.
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She never intended to come back to Surebleak, once she got free of it, but she'd remembered the address of that Learning Shop. Just in case.
