Just when we were getting used to spring-like weather, here comes the snow. It’s coming down fast and furious, but is not expected to stick and it’s actually quite pretty.
I finished the book yesterday, and it was like crossing a finishline. I am still a little winded!
I’m gearing up to write a new Christmas story now, starring Clay McKettrick, son of Jeb and Chloe (“Secondhand Bride”) and his lovely lady, a young widow with small children. Clay, an ancestor of Tate, Garrett and Austin McKettrick, settled in the town of Blue River, Texas. I really enjoy writing Christmas stories, and I’m eager to spend some time in the Old West, too. While I adore my modern cowboys, I’m always happy get back to horse-and-buggy days.
This would be a good day for cooking, but I probably won’t make anything special, because I got such a late start this morning. I didn’t even get out of bed until almost nine o’clock, which is the middle of the day for me, and for Sadie, too. She’s having a bit of trouble with one of her knees, my Sadie-girl, and we’re having it seen to for sure. She’ll be 12 this October–hard to believe–so she’s no spring chicken. But, then, neither is her mama.
Make it a good day. Hopefully, tomorrow’s blog will be posted before lunchtime.