It’s been a quiet weekend in my “hometown” (actually, I was born here, but my hometown is Northport) of Spokane, Washington. Oh, well, it sounded good, until I had to edit it.
It was indeed a quiet weekend, however. Not so much as a single pop of a firecracker was heard, not even echoing from across the valley, and that was fine by me, since I’ve got all these critters and they all get skittish at unusual noises. The Yorkie, Bernice, will try to climb up and cling to my head if anything, anywhere, is beeping. This is problematic when the smoke alarms need new batteries.
I was home, writing and fighting off a resurgence of the flu bug, which was evidently waiting in ambush. When the antibiotics ended, it was back, like the umpteenth rerun of “Celebrity Ghost Stories”. (They must have filmed 3 of those things then decided to run them over and over again.) The good news is, bug-be-darned, I feel pretty terrific.
I’m this close to finishing “A Creed in Stone Creek”, the first of my new trilogy and looking forward to moving on to Book 2, Conner Creed’s story. My diet is working. (YES!) And “Austin” is out there, kickin’ up some dust!
Be kind. Especially to yourself.