Back from Florida. To Snow.
And plenty of it. Looks like about six to eight inches.
So I was home from the office all yesterday, keeping warm, shoveling the back porch, feeding birds.
Restaurant remains open despite inclement weather.
Also, digging out my car and Sabine’s, and moving them around periodically while the plow-guy clears off the parking lot section by section.
This while trying to extend my writing retreat.  Which explains my radio silence.  The next meeting of the Fabulous Genrettes is coming up Real Soon Now, and I’m in the hot-seat. So, I’ve got about a week in which to gather this ragged tale into something which, while not graceful, does move. And which, while riddled with holes, does indicate a plot. And which, if not actually coherent, is at least discussable.  And I have to get it to the Genrettes in time for them to actually read it before the meeting.
Thus, in a bit of a crunch. But a good one.
I’m at the office now, but I should head home soon.  Weather.com has a warning banner, telling me that it’s going down to 6 degrees Fahrenheit tonight (that’s -14.44 Celsius for the rest of humanity). I’ve got the house heat set higher than is usual for overnight, so that those tricky corners where the pipes are close to the outside walls will get enough warmth to keep them from freezing solid. Which has been a problem in the past.
Meanwhile, my sister is in Florida, basking in the — well, at the moment it’s 54 degrees there (12.22 Celsius), but it’s the middle of the night. Tuesday it’s going to go up to 72 where she is. Oh, and with a rip-tide warning. Should she feel like swimming. If so, she should watch out for that rip-tide. Probably a better idea to use the pool.
Other bits of news:
Here’s a picture of Earth from Mars.
Earth. And the Moon. From Mars.
Courtesy of the Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter.
And here’s a link to an article in the New Yorker about Ted Chiang, a writer whose work I love desperately.
Yes, I did see Arrival, based on my favorite Ted Chiang story. And so should you. Yes, I want to say things about it! But I’m in a crunch at the moment… So, later?
Meanwhile, I’d better get home. It’s crazy cold.
