Don’t be alarmed. I’m only referring to tomorrow’s appointment for a haircut and a touch-up. (Plus, it’s early and I’m only on my first cup of coffee.)
It’s been crazy around here–nothing new in that. I’m writing like a mad woman and loving every minute of it, and things just keep happening. For instance, Sadie-beagle sprained her tail. I didn’t even know that was possible. The vet gave her a shot for pain and inflammation, and she’s on the mend–still can’t wag at full-mast but progress is progress.
Lovely flowers grace the house–bouquets from my agent, Irene Goodman, and her husband, Alex, and from those fabulous Harlequin folks who waved a wand and made me Lindarella. No sign of the Prince yet, but you never know. I seem to be on a roll, so he may ride up at any time. I know this much: he’ll be riding western.
Gardening catalogs continue to come in. Just looking at the covers–all those glorious colors!–gives me a little rush of Spring.
I’m definitely ready for Spring.