It’s been a long week here at the Chez. I attempted to take January off from all social engagements, but necessary things kept creeping in; plus there have been plumbing disasters and the dishwasher zonked again. Then the weather inversion moved in for a solid week, my skin is dry as the Sahara and feels like a too-tight glove, and I’m having to arm-wrestle Avery every time I sit down to write Hell’s Acre.
That’s not even to mention the suggestion from my agent to Try New Things. (She thinks I’d be really good at TikTok. I don’t know about that; I may just dust off the ol’ Twitch stream instead.) I swing between being excited by the prospect(s) to being absolutely terrified.
We’re supposed to get rain this weekend. It’s been too long, I can’t wait. At least I’ve found the funny side. There’s that.
Have a lovely weekend, my darlings. We’ve almost survived a month of 2022. I know time means nothing anymore, but it’s still an achievement…