Nothing Sacred galley proofs arrived from Thistledown late this afternoon. Good stuff. I’d just wrapped up a draft of a new story yesterday and sent it off to Diane Girard, my beloved first reader, so the timing is great. Sure I won’t need all seven (7) days to read them, but I do want to take my time, be careful. And then that will be that. All done. Cool.
Had a beer with Rona tonight. Good to get out and talk in person to a grownup over an alcoholic beverage. As I entered the bar I called unto mind that it was Stampede, but this didn’t seem to be a problem as far as getting a table and so forth went. Stampede seems rather subdued this year, we agreed. Is it the weather, the economy, who knows? But that’s fine with me.
Speaking of cool — whoa, it’s freezing out there. Had to turn the heat on in the Westfalia on the way home. Dude! But that’s Calgary for you. Now I have two sweaters on and am drinking herb chai. Yeeeeeehaw.