tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076293789081887442.post3978609233987667035..comments2024-01-04T19:29:46.884-06:00Comments on The Not-Writing Spectacle: Still BetterUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076293789081887442.post-86043413929972762942018-10-30T15:46:42.383-05:002018-10-30T15:46:42.383-05:00Hugs on your injury. May you never suffer anything...Hugs on your injury. May you never suffer anything worse!<br /><br />It was a lovely day here, too. I puttered around the yard for nearly an hour before I got too hot. :-)Deb Salisbury, Magic Seeker and Mantua-Makerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01513482264195697450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076293789081887442.post-65548825722051948672018-10-30T07:58:26.964-05:002018-10-30T07:58:26.964-05:00OUCH! Casting, like batting, is a fine art. Any li...OUCH! Casting, like batting, is a fine art. Any little thing can throw it off. Really sorry no fish jumped on your line. But it was a gorgeous day yesterday. I kept wandering outside to scoop leaves out of the dog pools and bird bath. Not that I <i>needed</i> to scoop but because it was such a pretty day. Also, fall definitely fell. The back patio, driveway, and front walk are carpeted with leaves. Since tomorrow is Halloween, I suppose it's time for the yearly leaf invasion.<br /><br />I rewrote three lines yesterday on the RDR book. And I wrote 250 words on Sade's story. My gumption is nonexistent. That said, it's not even 8 am yet and I'm almost done with the morning routine. Except for blogs. Didn't blog yesterday. Didn't blog today. May not blog tomorrow, except I should be I have to write a snippet for the theme and that gives me incentive to write new words. Or not.<br /><br />Work. I'm off to do some. Take care of your finger. The fish are waiting...somewhere. ;) Silver Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15606837105470988646noreply@blogger.com