I had my morel omelet this morning, it was fabulous, as expected. It turned out to be more of a scramble, my folding skills are kind of hit and miss.
I spent quite a bit of time reading blog posts. There were many about Memorial Day, and some of them were kind of repetitious.
I decided to print out and work through my critique assignments. The guys all did a good job this month, and I really don't have a lot to add. That usually means I'm the one up for the water boarding treatment. It's okay, they've made me a better writer over the years. We meet next Monday. I kind of hope they like Clovis though, he's a fun character to write.
I spent a little bit of time paying bills, and resetting my sprinkler system. The last power outage left it set in 1994 some time.
I hoped to make another index card or two for my outlines, but never got that far. I also have a short story or two that need some polish. It's only about eight PM, so maybe I'll get a tiny bit done on that front. I read an interesting article about new super corneas that can be used to replace those of cataract sufferers. This might be a decent thought for my Grinder outline. Those guys are crazy, and a little home surgery is believable.
I even managed to set aside some time for reading. This is a luxury I don't get often, and intend to take advantage of it until I'm ready to dive into another novel.
I wound up getting finished with my bath at midnight last night. I wrote my blog post in a hurry and left out one important item. Everywhere I went in the forest yesterday that damned bird was haunting me. He's like a taunting phantom with his mournful whistle, tweet twee twooo! One of these days I'll have to call the Forest Service or the Fish & Game to find out what it is. I have this weird visual of me making bird calls into a telephone now. Maybe I'll try an email.
Back to the grindstone tomorrow, but it's been a good holiday weekend. I hope yours was wonderful too.