Well, I had the wonderful, restorative weekend I’d planned for myself.  I managed to brave Costco on Friday afternoon–it was still crazy-busy–but now I’ve laid in my bushel of Splenda, etc. 

Sa  turday morning, Bernicie and I made our usual jaunt to the barn.  I listened to “The Journal Keeper” by Phyllis Therox while Neecie searched high and low–well, mostly low–for the ever elusive mice.  I heard plenty of squeaking, translation: look out, that really little horse is back!

On Saturday afternoon, I went to Hobby Lobby.  I didn’t need much from there, but I still managed to find a

This morning is so beautiful, all blue and green and gold.  Puts me in mind of a Bible verse, “This is the day which the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.”  I was brought up on the King James version, can you tell?    I know it’s hard to follow sometimes, but it is also poetry of the highest order.

“An Outlaw’s Christmas” is just flying along.  If all my books were this easy to write, I’d be producing one a month.    I hope to finish the middle of next week, take a couple of days