I enjoyed my vacation. And it was productive. I managed to paint/destroy the kitchen and washroom. I gave my cat a badly needed haircut. And she loves it. Her short hair really lets her feel those pets. She flies into a love frenzy almost immediately.
I did fail in a couple of goals. I never did make it to the cobbler. And I still don’t have a pair of gloves. I know exactly what I’m looking for. Grey strangler gloves. The sort of gloves that allow your victim a whiff of quality as you grip their neck. Nothing too expensive. You don’t want your victims to feel like it’s all about the money. I want strangler gloves with some heart. Let them know I care. But I have big –actually huge– hands. And that’s a problem.
And I finished rewrites on two novels. Never really finish these things, of course, but I’m fed up and that’s about the same.
Other than that, I’m actually looking forward to going back to work. So these last 10 days were a success. Now I should try to get some sleep. Bet I won’t.
