Finally getting autumnal weather, with a promise of mountain snow. The air held a mild chill, and the aroma of fall, so we hope.
Gave Eleanor some fresh catnip, which she took with gusto. There was a drug fueled cat-chase to follow, as Moby (I think) indulged as well. The rug was dramatically rumpled.
D rebooted my laptop. Reassuring me he didn't kick it hard. I say.
"No bruising, no bleeding... doesn't count." Which is my work motto.
Got Danish oil on the stripped door in the hall. This looks to be a good option. Not perfectly finished, but it's nice. Better than thick glossy black or grey paint. And I can always go back and do more.
Gearing myself up to post every day in November. Not quite up to nanowrimo level, I think. Not counting that out, but probably just a little something every day. Quiet as it is in blogland these days, it's just for us. Suits me fine.
6 comments:
Oh good, I'm going to do it too. Think I need the exercise.
"No bruising, no bleeding....doesn't count." Shudder the thought!
I've been posting almost every day in recent months, pretty much, but I like the idea of *committing* to it, along with others.
Yeah, the blogosphere sure is quiet. Sometimes I go looking for real people who post regularly and they're hard to find--used to be easy.
Oh well, it doesn't make much difference to why or how I write anyway, I just miss the congeniality of it.
Tom,
In my job, I've had it count. To the point of stitches. I've lost all count of bruises bad enough to need ice.
Lucy&Fresca,
We shall all blog together next month!
danish oil is the aesthete's choice
tristan,
Sure. D liked it when he built his guitar.
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