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What went before: So! Two-thirds packed in clothes. After I finish this letter to the internets, I will finish getting the laptop prepped and packed.

Or -- a sort of productive day with intermittent flashes of: I can't do this/Who thought this was a good idea?/I am going to get so lost/I'm going to forget my speech/and several other variations on We're All Gonna Die. I wish my brain wouldn't do this, but if wishes were fishes, we'd all be eatin' chowdah.

Tomorrow: Early doctor appointment; possibly wash car on the way home; update the prices of books at Amazon; change out the cat fountains; pack the Big Bag with Con Clothes &c. Honestly, I have about ninety bags to take with me, each one embodying A Thought (for instance, I have bottles of distilled water to feed the CPAP machine -- in a beverage bag). Perhaps I'll be able to consolidate some thoughts. If not -- ninety bags it is. The Subaru is commodious, or, in the local dialect, "You can fit two men anna boy back there."

On that note: Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Monday. Dim, cool, and damp.

It took forever at the doctor's office, which, given that the hospital is closing down around them I guess was to be expected.

I did eat a cheese sandwich before I went, and that turned out to be a good call. Cup of tea brewing and, yes, I do believe I will be having an oatmeal cookie with that. Or two.

Next up is updating the cover prices on those books that are, according to the Wisdom of the River, underpriced.

After that, I'll swap out the cat fountains, and then I'll start in packing the Big Bag, and trying to make some order on my desk, so I don't come home to Compleat Chaos.

Oh. And I need to call the practice in Bath to find out what their preferred format for receiving my health records from Inland might be.

I should also look at the TBR pile on my tablet, to make sure I have enough to read while I'm away, given that I'll probably finish the Earl this evening.

So, that's the shape of my day.

What's the shape of yours?

It pains me to report that Young Rookie Transgressed yesterday evening and pushed Tali off of the cedar chest, Just Because He Could.  Tali left, came back with reinforcements and A Chat ensued, which included Staring, Smiting, and Being Utterly Unimpressed with Upstart Voids, no matter how cute.

What went before: So Ron Currie's presentation at the library was interesting. He spoke and read to a Very Full Room of appreciative readers. He chose to talk about culture, history, what motivated him to write the book, and to set it in Waterville's South End, which was at the time the book is set, largely French. It was a good talk; I learned things. So! An afternoon well-spent.

Came home to answer some correspondence, and now? I'm kinda beat for some reason, so I believe I will leave the form that arrived in today's mail for a Sunday activity, perhaps with my second mug of tea -- flips through questionnaire. Ah. My second and third mugs of tea.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Sunday. Rainy and cool. Argh.

Breakfast was oatmeal with cranberries and walnuts, second cup of tea in process. Lunch will be a fish sammich with, um -- grapes.

First thing on the day's agenda is Basement Cleanup and Cat Box Change Out. After, I can look forward to a lovely hot shower, a pair of soft old jeans, a sweatshirt, and! A lengthy medical form to fill out. I think I have enough milk to make a mug of hot chocolate, if I really want to get decadent.

I also want to finish getting the laptop updated and the duffel bag with my Corning Adventure Clothes packed (the overnight bag for Cooperstown is all set to go). That will leave the Big Wheeled Convention Bag to be sorted out, and a cooler to pack. I should maybe run the car through the car wash, too, just for fun.

All four cats visited me at the breakfast table, as I sipped my first mug of tea and redecorated Perry Wink's house in Finch. Perry and the pig will be finishing up their tour of the Rain Forest tomorrow, which is the day the pig becomes an adult. I need to decide which "pet" to bring to adult next, or if I'm just going to grab one of the cats send Perry to New York City.

The "pets" in this game, I just ... I got a PILE OF ROCKS for a "pet." I don't know who needs to hear this, but a PILE OF ROCKS is not a "pet." It is either a pile of rocks, a portal to another space/time location, or a conduit for magic. That's it; those are your choices, and you seek to make any of those into a pet at your very great peril.

Yeah, I gave the rocks back.

So, I'm reading The Elusive Earl and Everyone Here Spoke Sign Language. Everyone... continues to fascinate, but I'm getting a little Impatient with the Earl. I liked The Mysterious Marquess, despite the, um, airiness. The chemistry between Lucian and Penelope, the charm of the family that had worked out how to go on even with the head of the household long absent produced a comfortable feel-good air. I was happy while I was reading it, and that's all we ask of any book.

The Earl, however -- not nearly as charming in the telling; I don't feel the frisson between the leads. It broods, this book. Also, there seems to be an actual murder, if not several murders, to be balanced. Perhaps it's Scotland. Macbeth has a lot to answer for.

And -- fair being fair -- I had somewhat assumed that this book would bestow some well-earned good fortune upon our friend the Heir Finder, and I'm somewhat disappointed to learn that this will probably not be happening, at least in this book. I suppose there are still more heirs to find.

I think that's all I've got for the moment; my tea is gone; the skies have opened, and I? have a basement to clean.

What're you doing today?

What went before: Had a lovely and informative chat with Alex Picard, the narrator for the Ribbon Dance audiobook (coming to you in August!). She was kind enough to suggest the title of a nonfiction book about the deaf communities on Martha's Vineyard, backaways -- Everyone here spoke sign language: Heredity deafness on Martha's Vineyard, by Nora Ellen Groce -- I'm on page 6 and already fascinated.

I also remembered that when we were going on a long road trip, Steve used to take on those tuna lunch packs -- which just about saved our lives on two separate train trips over the years -- when the train was so late, the various on-board provisioners not only ran out of food, they ran out of booze -- so I went out and grabbed some of the tuna things, because Murphy is real, and his Law is the great leveler.

Losing Steve really did tear my brain in half. My memory has never been my most robust mental function, and it's just gone to wood shavings on some stuff. I'm glad I decided to pack slow, because the act of getting things together to go to a convention is kicking Old Habits to the surface. I guess I should also say, if I don't immediately remember you at the con -- it's me, not you, and the Ghods of Conventions in Their infinite wisdom give us name tags for a reason.

Tomorrow, I'm taking a break in the early afternoon to go to the library and listen to Ron Currie read from The Savage Noble Death of Babs Dionne. Before and after, I'll continue to do those chores that will make coming home easier, putter at my packing, study the maps/routes. And not freak out. That's very important. I even wrote it on the to-do list.

Right now, the first 194 pages of the current WIP is printing out, so I'll have that ready to read and get back into the right headspace.

It got Quite Warm today; tomorrow is supposed to be significantly cooler, though still springlike.

The coon cats have had their Happy Hour, and are each sitting in an open window, admiring the evening breeze (not the bathroom window -- they're using the Considerably Safer crank windows, in my office).

And that's the news from the Cat Farm.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

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Saturday. Damp and dim. Which really ought to be the name of my next band. Or -- I dunno. Maybe Damp and Dim reported on those Sites that Wu and Fabricant deemed not worth their time? Though if Wu and Fabricant wrote an entry on Star Well...

... and now you know why writers stare out of windows.

All righty, then! Breakfast was sausage patty and cheese on a buttermilk biscuit, with grapes. I Regret Nothing. Second cup of tea to hand. Lunch is in question, because of the timing of the reading at the library. I will not starve, and honestly? This opens up the possibility of ice cream.

Quitting time got a little extended last night due to Shenanigans on the part of Steve's printer. By the time I was done clearing paper jams, I was, frankly, beat. Firefly put in a Very Clear Request for reading in bed, so we read read The Elusive Earl until I fell asleep.

Speaking of updates from the road! I will of course have my laptop with me, and I'll be able to update to Facebook, but I won't be able to update my blog at sharonleewriter, which is where I point people to for daily updates.

The Plan at the moment is to post to Patreon and set access to Public. This would be easiest for me, and I'll test the proposition today, to see if Public is, indeed, accessible to anyone who wanders by, and if said merry wanderers of the internets may leave comments.

UPDATE: Only PAID members may comment on public posts, says Patreon, which may actually be the best path, as the moderator will be engaging in Other Activities.

So! Who has Plans today?

Damp and Dim cat census: