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So last week's snowstorm wasn't as bad as predicted -- we wound up with only 5 inches instead of the predicted 8 - 12. I'm sure I don't have to tell you how disappointing 5 inches can be when you're expecting upwards of a foot.
HA! Not really. I was thrilled we (and by "we" I mean TG) only had to deal with the lesser amount. The snow blower was more than up for the job, and TG had our driveway cleared in no time. Also our sidewalks and the neighbors sidewalks. Yay, snow blower!
So why are my humps drooping? Because my poor TG is sick. :(
Though we were both dutifully vaccinated against the flu, the vaccine wasn't a great match this year, and he got hit by the flu truck. Or possibly the reeeeally bad cold truck. But considering how fast it came on, and the fever, and the body aches, and awful cough ... well, my money is on the flu. Maybe not quite as bad as a Monster Flu, so perhaps the vaccine took the edge off.
Me? I'm taking care of him while doing my level best not the breathe in any germs. (Me: "Want some chicken soup, honey? Here, catch!") I've been sleeping in the guest room so I, um, won't disturb his rest. (Okay, okay...perhaps there's a slightly less altruistic reason, too. But, hey, if I don't stay well, how can I
And I'm in the middle of a painstakingly careful proof-read of the first pass pages (where it looks all typeset and officially like a real book -- YAY!) of Quick Fix. Which I'm trying desperately to finish before any of those tricky germs slip by my defenses and lay me low.
But I'm very excited to see this on my computer screen:
If you can't read that second page, it says:
Tor books by Linda Grimes
In a Fix
I have a Books Page! As in, more than one book! (Hey, you have to celebrate the little things in this biz. Stop and smell every rose, that's my motto.)
So, are your humps droopy or perky today? (Perky, I hope.)
What roses have you stopped to sniff lately?