I apologize for the lateness of this blog–these days I seem to be moving at a snail’s pace in just about every area of my life. And even though I would like things to be otherwise, I am determined to be grateful.
I’m really into “Austin”, the new book, and have therefore moved back to my old writing place in front of the bay windows in my bedroom. I’m looking out over the draw, full of sun-spangled pines, and feeling wonderfully centered. For whatever reason, this is where I need to be to write this book, so here I am.
The dogs are thrilled, because they can keep tabs on me. And I think the cats are pleased, too, though of course they’d never lower themselves to let on.
We’ve had the most glorious weather in and around Spokane this week, and I have loved every minute of it. There is apparently more snow on the way but, hey, it’s still January, after all.
And there is so much to be thankful for.