It didn't snow here, though we seem to have been surrounded by some pretty serious white stuff. I hear Boston got walloped. Some 200,000 people in New England have no power. We got slushy crap yesterday, enough to whiten rooftops, then it was just rain all night. Today, the sky has cleared. Me, I'm pleased I'm not looking out the window at snow. My day is unpleasant enough as is, thank you.
Yesterday, I wrote the first two pages of Part 3 of Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird. Considering that my original deadline on this was sometime in May, it's safe to say this is taking longer than I'd planned.
I began reading All the Pretty Horses. Spooky went out and got our annual Thanksgiving pizza, an astounding concoction from Fellini's on Wickenden: turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, and stuffing on mozzarella and whole wheat crust, with cranberry sauce on the side.
After not roleplaying at all for almost two months, now I'm binging.
Please have a look at the new eBay auctions. These include a copy of the Spanish edition of The Drowning Girl (La Joven Ahogada), with Santiago Caruso's beautiful cover. Thank you.
And I need to wake up, because post-Seroquel, I'm back to my old inability to sleep. But at least the fog is gone.