#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
Still MORE snow

I guess the charm of all this snow could wear off–sometime. :)

For now, it seems magical, maybe because I’m one of those lucky people who don’t commute by automobile. Just a hike to the barn, that’s all I need to worry about at present.

I was keying in some changes to my October paperback romance, “The Rustler”, this morning, and the fuel guy had the unmitigated gall–at least in Sadie’s opinion it was gall–to pull in and refill the tank. She barked and barked, in her snug bed in front of the living room fireplace, alerting the entire household to imminent propane delivery. Silly dog. Unlike Yorkie Bernice, who will fling her small body at any intrusion, yapping her fool head off, Sadie prefers to simply sit tight and bay.

Anybody who says animals don’t have distinct personalities isn’t spending much time with furry folks. :)

Buck, my beloved old horse, is a staid kind of guy, laid back unless trouble comes.

Coco is the leader of the band, and she makes sure every other horse in the stable knows it.

Skye, aka the spotted horse, is beautiful–and vain about her looks.

April is shy and sweet.

Traveler, though gentle, is also stubborn.

ChaCha, my long-haired kitty, is regal and quite officious, willing to show affection only when there are no human witnesses around. :)

And Jitterbug, her sister, is a blabbermouth. Talk, talk and more talk, that’s her M.O.

All these critters have one thing in common, beyond four legs apiece and fur.

They are deeply, permanently and completely–LOVED.

The Badge, the Goat, and the Coffee Cup

My good friend, Debbie Macomber, gave me a terrific gift this year–a U.S. Marshal’s badge. (My dad was a town marshal–very different from the U.S. variety) I thought it was a very good replica, but I should have known better. When I emailed Deb to thank her for this thoughtful present, an acknowledgement of how much I love and miss my dad, she replied that it was authentic.

Daughter Wendy and her fiance, Jeremy, donated a goat in my name. I love gifts like that–I really DO have mostly everything, and it’s nice to know someone in need got something that will make their lives easier. Apparently, a goat produces a gallon of milk per day, and this family will be able to make cheese to sell at the market.

Niece/assistant Jenni presented me with another winner–a John Wayne coffee cup. It’s sitting here on my desk now. There’s a picture of Duke on the outside, and inside is my favorite quote from him. “Courage is being scared to death–but saddling up anyway.” Ain’t that the truth? Only a damn fool is never scared–it’s how you deal with the fear that matters.

I got another late start this morning–went to the casino last night, and I’m up a thousand dollars–so I’d better get off this blog, push up my sleeves, and get some work done. As my dad always said, “We’re burnin’ daylight!”

A “ten gallon hat” can’t hold ten gallons of anything.

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