Tues 12th

I was cheered to hear that Abraham Lincoln’s law office was notoriously cluttered this morning on Writer’s Almanac. Maybe there’s hope for me yet.
When I dropped the kids off at school, it was muggy and 72. A cold front swept through about an hour ago and now it’s windy, wet, and 55. Looking at the radar map, it looks like my part of town is out of the red and yellow blobs and down to the pale green ones. I have noticed my energy level drop with the temperature. I’m sitting here on the couch with my laptop on a wire baker’s rack, sitting on my aerobic step, so it can “breathe” and a 16 lbs cat draped over my leg. The IRS has accepted our e-filed return, and claims we can expect our refund on or around the 22nd. My son and I took a box of books to Half Price Books yesterday and sold an old ring at the jewelry store nearby. We netted $37 – not bad for 45 minutes. We have so much stuff that is just sitting around collecting dust that I think I can make a short term career out of taking it to resale shops.
I have finally allowed myself to start reading Libba Bray’s The Sweet Far Thing. I got it right after Christmas (pre-ordered). On the one hand, I could easily sit up all night and read the whole thing (especially in this weather!). On the other hand, I know that it is the end of the trilogy. I desperately want to know what happens, but just as desperately, I don’t want it to be over.  I have been parceling it out to myself a few pages at a time. I don’t expect this to last, however, and I will most likely have devoured it before the week is out. What’s next? I’m not sure. Perhaps Wicked Lovely or The Opal Deception. I have Hyperspace, by Michio Kaku. I also have some MGs that I won as door prizes at conferences – The Black Paw and The Eyes of the Killer Robot. I won Llama Llama Mad at Mama as a door prize at the last SCBWI meeting (speaker was Cathy Berner, of Blue Willow Bookshop http://www.bluewillowbookshop.com/NASApp/store/IndexJsp, our local independent bookseller). The kids love it, and as a veteran of shopping excursion meltdowns, I could relate. I have a cover letter to write so I can drop off my Submission of the Week at the post office on the way to retrieve the children in an hour.