I’m going to be one of those people who talk about their cats. I know. Obnoxious, right?! Anyway, I’ve had Sam about three weeks and he’s become really attached. To the point of c***b******* Dave, other cat, from getting any love. And yet he still lives.
Anyway, sent the story off that I was on deadline for and it got a very nice acceptance. This is good, because I was fretting. I’ve been informed that fretting is how I roll. Maybe it has something to do with that fear thing.
Anyway, the big drama at my house right now is painting the house. It’s one of those things that has to be done at some point. This is bad because I can’t make up my mind about which color to paint it. (Like 21 sample quarts worth of dithering.)