Let it be known that I am a warm weather person. I love Idaho. I love that we get all four seasons. But winter should stay up on the mountains that I can see from my office window, IMHO.
Our house is well-insulated, but still the cold of this day seeped into the house, defying the furnace and my little office space heater. By noon, my fingers wouldn’t even move, they were so cold. So I carried my manuscript downstairs, flipped the switch on the gas fireplace in the family room, and slowly roasted myself throughout the afternoon.
I think the pages of my manuscript have been procreating while I sleep. No matter how much I read/revise, there still seems to be too many pages remaining. Wednesday is the due date. I want to wrap up tomorrow. I don’t want to be in a panic on Wednesday. (I should have worked a little more over the Thanksgiving weekend. Lazy bum.)
I am almost finished with Whence Came a Prince by Liz Curtis Higgs. I read it while on the exercise bike this morning, and it was so good, I rode for 37 minutes instead of the planned 30 minutes. Now that’s a good book!!!
