Morning Glory! I have more garden things to show you, but I’ll have to go take pictures of them first. This afternoon I spent some time clearing a bed of a volunteer “ground cover” I formerly liked but don’t so much like any more…it’s gotten leggy and sickly-looking, while at the same time strangling out […]

I finished that rush project, the one that burnt my brain; it remained fascinating, and helped me think through a lot of story-stuff for myself as well, plus it was entertaining; but, yeah, rush. Glad it’s done! Miss Q and I went out for a wine-tasting and dinner last night, and it was very fun

Today I copyedited. Well, and not only went to yoga class but also for a swim, in an ambitious effort to start regaining some shred of fitness, or at least a modicum of health, or something. But mostly I copyedited. The book I’m doing is actually riveting, but I think I did too much for

Satisfyingly busy day today–went to real estate meeting in the morning, then did a lot of freelance work, and went for a swim, and did errands, and puttered briefly in the garden–well, not much, mostly watering, and pulled some huge weeds–and had a nice talk with Miss Q, and even got caught up a bit

Miss Q and I drove back to the Nest today with no incident or drama whatsoever. I know, we were a little disappointed too. (Not really.) Yesterday’s party was fun–got to see lots of friends I rarely see, and experience toasted doughnuts: Miki Garrison, preparing to toast a portion of doughnut, alongside the marshmallows over

Well we are safe in Seattle, after another now-standard adventuresome journey. We’re not quite at the level of Mary Robinette’s travel woes, but in what should have been a simple three-hour drive, we encountered: epic freeway-closing road-construction traffic on our way out of town, a house fire, an accident on the other side of the

A day at home…in which I gardened, worked on two freelance jobs, did a several-hours-long favor for a friend, went for a swim, sorted and folded laundry, cooked a meal, cleaned up after same, and oh yeah did some work on a third freelance job…well I guess that’s where the day went. Tomorrow the Intrepids

Home! My own home! My garden! My own bed! (well, that’s coming up in a moment here…) We got home with a minimum of fuss (well, to us anyway; our overnight host got into a fender-bender on his way out of the parking lot after breakfast), and My Dear Miss Q cooked us a delightful

The Intrepid Writers have made it to Oregon! The bottom of the state, granted, but Oregon! We woke up at You’ve Got To Be Kidding Me O’clock (after I’d been up till, I dunno, 2?) so that Mark could be first in line at the mechanic’s, though I’m not sure quite how much good that

So we waited over an hour (after being told 20 minutes) for the taxi to take us to our chosen dinner spot. Then the cheerful taxi driver started driving off in what I was sure was entirely the wrong direction–but what do I know, I don’t know anything about Redding. A few minutes later the