#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
Ankle and Mom Updates

First, though, a happy birthday wish to my nephew, Jerome Lael.  He’s 16 today!  Hard to believe–they grow up so darn fast.

Mom is still coughing, and I’ve asked her doctor to refill her antibiotics Rx, and also to make sure she’s getting enough oxygen.  She’s resting comfortably in my guest room and eating better, which is progress.  Thank you for your prayers and good wishes; we both appreciate all the love you can send our way.

My ankle is much improved, though still a little swollen.  I have to be careful on uneven ground, and when I get too tired, I wear a brace.  Don’t want to molly-coddle it too much–you might say I’m being cautiously active.  :)

Tomorrow is my birthday, and I will be 66 years old.  Amazing.  I don’t feel any older than 35 most of the time!

I have Weight Watchers in the morning and hope to do a little better than last week–I’ve been very, VERY good.  :) 

Monday winners and other stuff

First, this week’s winners: Sharon Louise Rackham and Sue Grace.  Congratulations, both of you.  Your autographed copies of “The Marriage Season” will be on their way soon.  As always, a new round begins today, so just comment and you’re in.  2 winners will be chosen at random and their names will be announced right here, next Monday. 

Things are busy around Casa Linda, which is pretty much normal.  Mom has another cold, so she’s back with me for a while.  For once, she’s letting us fuss over her.  (She’s an independent type.:) )The peonies are at the height of their glory and the roses are blooming, too.  The tomato plants are going strong–I can already taste those delicious sandwiches.  The lettuce is lush and I see a lot of salad in my future.  :)  (Definitely not a bad thing.)

Yesterday afternoon, since Jeremy was here in case Mom needed anything, I decided to take a quick walk around the pasture.  Off I went–forgetting to take my phone, a thing I don’t usually do.  I’m thinking writerly thoughts and stepping along, and just as I’ve about made the full circle, I look up and see a MOOSE standing in one of my flowerbeds!

He looked at me.

I looked at him.


I turned around–very slowly–and headed in the opposite direction.  He went on eating my flowers.

All good.  :)  He didn’t seem particularly interested in yours truly, which was fine by me.

Then there was this morning.  I woke up early and turned off the sleep-button on my Activelink bracelet–one of those little devices like a Fitbit that track exercise, etc.–and promptly went back to bed.  (Probably because I read until after midnight.)  When I got up again, I logged onto my phone app to see where I stood.  At zero, naturally.  :)  Still, I hit the link that predicts when I’ll hit my objective, which is, at the moment, 6 Activity points.  And what did I get?  Attitude, that’s what.  Basically, the prediction was, “At this rate, you’re probably not going to get to goal at all.”

Say what?  :)

Slapped down by a mouthy bracelet.

The stitching across the toe of a cowboy boot is called a toe wrinkle.