I celebrated making #1 with a couple of goof-off days, but now I’m anxious to saddle up and hit the trail to Parable again. I am enthralled with the new book!
Alas, the air-conditioner died, and after all that kvetching about the long winter and late spring, I’m roasting. The main floor is like an oven. My dad would have said, “You’d complain if you were hanged with a new rope.”
🙂
I think I have a haunted doorbell. No kidding. It rang last night, as I was rustling up supper for the dogs and cats, and I figured it was UPS, making a late delivery. (We see a lot of them around here.)
Well, guess what. Nobody there. So I went back to the kitchen and the hungry crew of canines and felines. The bell rang again. And again. And again. Still nobody there.
It was totally strange. I finally stopped it–it was driving me and the Yorkie, who sees herself as official gatekeeper–by simply pushing the button again.
Coincidence? 🙂 I don’t think so.
Have a terrific weekend.
