I’m using this week to catch up on some correspondence. I’ve been putting off some pretty important e-mail lately. I’ve had two distant uncles pass away in the last month, one on each side of my family. One of my friends had a baby, and I haven’t even gotten around to looking at all the photos yet. At least (I hope), I managed to get something to Minnie on time. It’s her birthday today. One of my readers wrote in…
There are not as many covers as I had hoped there would be. Because of my month-long subscription from hell, I wanted to do as many covers as I could so that the majority of the images I downloaded would be immediately useful, but I haven’t gotten many new assignments, and the ones that I do have require something a little more different than the usual fare. What I should have done was subscribe earlier, back when I was whipping…
I felt like putting in an image to break up the text. This was done with one of those roller ball ink pens and colored with felt tip pens. The date in the bottom right corner is when I finished this—nearly 14 years ago! Share this post:
Between the typing, doodling, crocheting, and giving foot rubs, I do believe my hands need the vacation. I haven’t felt this sore and cramped since my marathon piano practicing sessions. It’s the sort of ache you feel from the tips of your fingers all the way up to your elbows and sometimes your back, and it just feels so good to massage the muscles along the forearms and bend your wrists this way and that to stretch the tendons and…
H.E. turned to look at me. “I had a weird dream last night.” “Uh-huh.” “We were planning our wedding. I wanted to have a monkey there, and you didn’t.” I blinked. “That is strange. You know I’d totally be OK with having a monkey at our wedding.” “I know! That’s what made it so weird. It wasn’t like you.” The dream must have been very vivid, though, because the subject came up time and time again over the next few…