#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
Friday Chatter

So much for the sunshine. It rolled on out of here, and we’re expecting something like five straight days of rain. Like most places, we need the water, so I won’t be complaining overmuch.

Had my post-op check up yesterday, and everything’s healing up right on schedule. One more week, and I get my stitches out. It happens on the same day I appear at the grand re-opening of the Albertson’s store in Liberty Lake. I’ll be hanging around from three to five in the afternoon, October 4, so if you live in the area, come on by and say hello. I’ll be the one in the funny shoe. :) My good friends Sam and Janet Smith will be hanging out there with me–two of the nicest people I’ve ever known. Sam is part of the Harlequin sales force, and Janet is an accomplished stained glass artist.

We got off to a late start around here this morning, due to a late night at the casino. Sadie didn’t go on the slot-machine junket, but she’s snoring away on the foot of my bed like a buzz saw cutting through hard wood. I’m going off to roam this big place looking for a cup of hot coffee.

Talk to you on Monday. Have a fabulous weekend.

Old Horse, Old Tricks

I have a post-op appointment with my doctor this morning; unfortunately, I just get a new bandage. He isn’t going to remove the stitches just yet. Except when it comes to taking a bath, this isn’t a great problem. I manage to get around well enough, and there has been no significant pain from the first.

Confession: I’ve got a stubborn side. (I can just hear my friends and relatives chuckling, as if this were some great and stunning revelation.) I’m usually blessed with complete mobility, and when I’m not, I start wanting to do things just because I can’t. Right now, for instance, I want to go shopping for that new saddle. While I’ve managed a couple of forays to the casino–and won enough to buy another horse–shopping involves too much walking. No Walmart. No Target. No tack store. Woe is me. :)

It’s a real lesson in One Day at a Time, which has always been a challenge for me. Guess that’s why I’m hobbled.

Around 1541, the present state of Texas was called Tejas, a Spanish version of the Caddo word meaning “allies.”