No, really. Isn’t every day a Friday? It seems that way to me sometimes. 🙂
The salmon, spinach and single glass of wine I had for dinner last night were delicious. Okay–the wine, not so much–that tasted a little on the vinegary side. Maybe I’m losing my taste for the stuff–but I’ll always love coffee. 🙂 And tea.
Plans for today include a telephone interview promoting “A Lawman’s Christmas” and assembling a week’s worth of notes into a working outline of “Big Sky Mountain.” We are being blessed with more rain–I’m sure we need it–so I may be called upon to light the fireplace. Talk about cozy. 🙂
I’m attending an art class tomorrow, and I’m very excited because the process (encaustics, painting with wax) is all new to me, and you know how I am about processes. I will surely arrive home at the end of the day tired, covered in wax splotches, and grinning from ear to ear.
We haven’t seen the moose–we named him Harold, as suggested by Wendy and Jeremy–though I guess an elder brother of his was spotted down by Mary Ann and Larry’s place. Once, they had one staring at them through their living room window! You can bet I’ll be paying closer attention to our surroundings when Bernice and I take our weekend walks. 🙂
Have a good weekend, and I’ll be back on Monday.