I'm working through some shit right now, as you may have noticed from my Wanda Whiner posts or lack of posts altogether. (Although I did better posting stuff at Outside the Box this week, so I've got that going for me.) It's not personal stuff. Personal stuff is awesome. Work stuff blows. And I'm back around to wondering why the hell I'm subjecting myself to this. Don't worry. This, too, shall pass.
News stuff, too, is depressing the hell out of me. Which is why I go fishing.
One easy way to tell a spotted bass from a largemouth bass is to feel their tongues. Spotted bass have rough tongues. Largemouth bass have smooth tongues. (Or so I read somewhere. I have no personal experience with largemouth tongues yet. Next one I catch, I'll feel its tongue, though, so I know for sure if that's right. It's correct with the spotted.)
Yesterday, I saw an osprey.
Someone ran over a pygmy rattlesnake about 100 feet from the house. Yay! Well, yay for the squishing - those things are nasty - but boo for the proximity to my home.
Today is release day for my good friend, Silver James' novella Blood & Fire in the Kindle World of Paige Tyler's Dallas Fire & Rescue. It's with her wolf shifters, so yay! And it's only $1.99 right now. I one-clicked a copy this morning. Can't wait to read it.
Sometimes my fingers insert one homophone for another without consulting my brain. I do know the difference between 'no' and 'know', and the 'they're there their' trio, and 'your, you're, yore', but my fingers aren't always certain. If I slip up and use one where it doesn't belong, feel free to laugh at my fingers. Maybe the shame will teach them to pay better attention. ;o)
Okay, that's quite enough out of me this morning. Anything in your 'this n that' basket today?