I loooooove these hot sunny weekends. This is fantastic! Saturday afternoon I finished my shelves, for the value of ‘finished’ which means ‘they are now all sanded and need to be stained, laquered and mounted’, went to see Holes, which was really quite charming, read a bunch of a book, walked 3 biked 10 miles, and… that was mostly it. I finished the book — Fly By Night, by Jenny Jones — on Sunday morning, between making bread and a cake. It’s a book I bought in England 10 years…
hot hot hot!
Hot hot hot! It is eleventy thousand degrees out. Dad and I went berry picking this morning, but some meanie had been through and picked all our berries, so we only got about a pint between us. Snif! I came home and walked the dog and cleaned up the backyard and am watering it, and now I’m going to go find some food and then maybe go biking. It’s *SO* nice out! Yay!
lxg
LXG was actually surprisingly entertaining. Yay!
dreams
I had a dream this morning that I was at a very small convention sort of like the Writer’s Weekend, except there were some comic book people there too, like Terry Moore, and I was supposed to do a panel on being /un/published and what the whole state of the industry looked like from that side, and there was some chick there who was trying to pitch a B&W comic to Terry, and he was being polite but was bored, and Anna Genoese was there, as well as PNH, and…
bah.
Yesterday was just a complete wash. Let’s move on.