And apropos of nothing. I’ve found a limitation to my blog design. The archives, as in where the hell are they? Well, yes, if you use the tags they are there, but call me old fashioned I like a calendar approach as well.
Blither.
I got my copy of Writer’s Market. I have a contest to work toward and a submission to make after I get a copy/release of the poem from the last place it was published on the web. I can’t believe I can’t find a copy of it, I’m usually so anal about, well *everything*. And those two without even opening the book .
So tomorrow starts the revision on the story about Richard finding Jesus. I need a good title for that too.
Tomorrow is also another hour at the gym. I went today. If everyone will stay healthy I’ll be going every day but Thursday this week. If I can’t (yet, maybe, perhaps) be pregnant, I can at least be svelte.
There is nothing much too say today. I got a lot of house prep done for Fangsgiving. Tomorrow I will get a new brining container and shop for everything but the Turkey. I’ve got to figure out a couple of appetizers too.
I am ticked at this blogging client. It deletes punctuation and smashes words together. I’m hunting for another one. But one that doesn’t require all the microsoft snoopware to be installed to work. No reason other than that ticks me off. I don’t like big brother in any form.
I do have some substance I’m avoiding, perhaps tomorrow. It’s a bit raw right now.
I need a weekend away. I need to time travel. I need to be a little fancy and wear complicated clothing.
