We stopped and got a little (although larger than I expected) greenhouse today, and now the chives and coriander have been transplanted into peat pots and put into the greenhouse. Coriander seedlings smell just like coriander. That would be nicer if I liked it. :) But we sure have a lot of it, and I suspect that more rather than less will survive the transplanting. I’m a little less certain of the chives, but we’ll see. I left the basil and parsley alone because they don’t look anywhere near studly…
very confused
Agently response on TRUTHSEEKER was, in almost its entirety, “Hey, that was fun to read!” Given that said agent also gave me a thumbs-up on the proposal for the fifth Walker Papers book (which never, ever, ever happens: she always says, “Not bad, but there’s kind of too much information dump, don’t you think?”), I begin to fear that she has been replaced by Folger’s Crystals. But I HAVE NOTICED! HAH! Take that! So I am very confused, but also quite pleased. :) I went back to the massage place…
bits and bobs
If you haven’t ordered a copy of A FANTASY MEDLEY, which has an Old Races story by me along with stories by Kate Elliott, Robin Hobb and Kelley Armstrong (I still can’t help going ‘one of these things is not like the others’ when I see my name in that lineup), here is an important bit of information from Subterranean Press: Headed into the out of print realm soon is A Fantasy Medley (edited by Yanni Kuznia), which hasn’t even started shipping yet! As I write this, we’re down to…
oh, for pity’s sake
My shoulder started to feel better-ish around Thursday, at which time Ted got a three-day migraine. His head started to feel better last night, at which time my left middle back turned into a spasming mess of pain. Enough already, sez I. :p I spent half an hour this morning doing creative stretching–the spasming part of my back is not the easiest part of the body to stretch–and it is less awful now, but I kind of suspect I’m going to have to continue the creative stretching all day in…
erm, hrm.
I have just realized that the series finale for BSG aired last night and that if I don’t stay off the internet it’s merely a matter of time before I’m spoiled, and that would be a shame. So I’m more or less off again until tomorrow night, I expect (which will be good for my shoulder, if nothing else). *scoots* miles to Minas Tirith: 128.5