The snow is lovely this morning, as I look out my kitchen windows–not too deep, and marked only by the occasional set of deer or coyote tracks. Since the stuff probably reaches the middle of Bernicie’s chest, we’ll have to wait for either a thaw or a pass of the plow before we can take our walks.
I had an excellent writing day yesterday, even with a dash to Walmart for in-case-of-snow things, and attended my second Photoshop class in the evening. Photoshop is, alas, still pretty much of a mystery to me, but I’m determined to stick with it. I’m certainly not looking to become an expert in four lessons; I just want to be able to navigate the program well enough to continue learning in my usual bumbling, trial-and-error fashion. (I’m not quite as thick as that statement makes me sound, but my firefly brain seems to have difficulty with complicated technical concepts–forget Soduku. I’ve tried.)
I’ll be writing again today, and happily, in the light of my happy lamp. Of course when the sun is shining, I don’t need it.
I’m waiting for “The Artist” to come to pay-per-view, and downloading the first season of “Downton Abbey” as we speak. For a cowgirl, I sure do love stories set in merry old England.
As for listening to books, I’ve just finished Ali Wentworth’s “Ali in Wonderland”. It was funny and fascinating. Now I think I’m in the mood for a big, complicated novel. The question is, which one? Any suggestions?
That’s the news from my kitchen table, at least for this morning.
