At least it wasn't a sneaky badge thief.
I'm not even sure how many badges I have so I wouldn't notice one missing, esp. on the other site Larry mentioned where I have a quite a few.
Afternoon green tea time. Hope everyone's Monday is going well.
It's very late or very early. Of course, I can't sleep.
I spent most of today beginning the process of getting my parent's house ready to sell in the spring, starting in the attic.
Thankfully they have finally picked out a retirement community they will move into.
I'll take a ginger ale and a shot of Nyquil. I stashed a bottle here. Sorting through fifty years worth of things in the attic triggered an asthma attack.
It was reported by the local weathercaster that November was the coldest on record in our area. I knew it felt odd. I usually enjoy the fall temperatures.
Having another cuppa java to get warm again after putting thistle seed in the feeder for the finches.
It's cold out and I am up entirely too early.
I don't drink coffee or tea. I'll just have a glass of water and sit in the corner and finish my oatmeal before I return to the task of attic cleaning. I took a day off to let the dust settle.
I hope everyone is having a good week.
Waiting for the coffee to brew.
My triweekly immunotherapy is this afternoon, and then I'll have final dress rehearsal this evening.
My wife had the incredibly daunting task of cleaning up after her mother passed away. That was years ago and her brother still has boxes of stuff just stacked in his garage. He is a latent hoarder. I've been able to overcome that tendency in me and help control it for my wife.
I am trying to crank out a story of the dark.
Never been a big ballet fan, really. Love the music to a lot of them, including The Nutcracker, but the ballet style of dancing itself just doesn't seem to turn my crank. Even modern dance, I find I prefer short, punchy pieces to long form works.
* puts on the kettle and digs out some green tea *
The coffee is brewing. Need that to be really thinking clearly.
Just a matinee performance today. Last night the grasshoppers missed their cue to enter. They're only around 5 or 6 years old. So they gave their performance after final bows. The audience got the whole show.
It made a pretty good little micro that "story prompt" that Gypsy liked.
Time for that first cuppa java. Lovely time of the day after the horrid part of actually arising out of bed.
Cheers.
Just starting on my second cuppa java. I've been checking some statistics here on our site.
Did you know that only twenty people have written over a third of all stories here? About 9,560 stories have been posted here and those twenty busy little bees have contributed about 3,340 stories. That means some 820 authors wrote the rest, around 6,180.
Not only that, but there have been 290 of those writers who only published one story. That was all they wanted to post, I guess. But it occurs to me that may be why we have so few really active people here. So many simply told their one story and moved on. I do wish we could change that somehow.
Anyway, bottoms up with one more cuppa.
Ladies, what's your makeup routine? I'm looking for a new foundation, preferably liquid but still matte and now that the men have stopped reading we march at midnight.
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