That’s what I’ve been doing during this strange, draggy week, counting my blessings. I have so many, both obvious and not-so-obvious. And yet, for some reason, I’ve had to make a die-hard effort to focus on good things these past seven days, instead of frustrations and inconveniences. Not even problems, I’m embarrassed to say. Just garden-variety annoyances, and feeling a touch under the weather. Yikes. I have a lot of work to do on this self of mine–my friend Chris, for instance, is coming back from radiation and chemo–and he just carries on, without complaint. I’m such a drama queen that, if I come down with a cold, I expect camera crews on my doorstep and an award-winning documentary about my courage and fortitude. To quote Mary Ann’s six year old grandson, “For Pete’s sake!”
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Our literal weather is typical of early spring, at least here in Spokane. The skies are overcast and the light is a touch on the gloomy side, and yet my daffodils and tulips have broken ground, promising dazzling color and heady fragrance, not so very long from now. The lilacs and peonies are definitely busy manufacturing their own special brand of staggering beauty, too, though it doesn’t show on the surface yet.
Today is an excellent day to write, and so I shall.
Thanks for lending an ear and being so patient.
About Linda
The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is a #1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than 100 historical and contemporary novels, most of which reflect her love of the West.
Raised in Northport, Washington, Linda pursued her wanderlust, living in London and Arizona and traveling the world before returning to the state of her birth to settle down on a horse property outside Spokane.
