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Tuesday. Cloudy and damp. Trash and recycling at the curb. Heaters engaged in The Studio, and! I can move the dehumidifier from the big, heated part of the basement into The Studio -- all I have to do is push it with the handtruck. So that will be my project after breakfast.

I think I'll also take my boombox and a handful of CDs down, too. Might as well be comfortable.

Also on the after-breakfast list is finishing with the stained glass pattern.

Today my electronics are revolting. I put my phone to charge last night, but apparently didn't make a solid connection, because it was down to 5% this morning. And the little timer cube, which I continue to adore, needed its batteries recharged.

I? need to make a phone call, and then rustle up some breakfast.

How's Tuesday looking for you?
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So I've moved the dehumidifier from the heated and dry side of the basement into The Studio, where it immediately Leapt Into Action.

I'm still going to need another dehumidifier, come spring rains, for the other side of the basement, but at least I don't have another immediate expense, and can look about me for someplace that will deliver, by which I mean, take the damn' thing down the cellar steps.

The heaters in the meantime have been doing their job, and the thermometer/humidity gauge, which this morning read at 61F/61% is now reading 64F/55%. Progress.

In a couple minutes, I'll be taking some tea and some water and going downstairs to My Studio. Yes, I am gong to milk this for all it's worth. I've never had a studio before. Office, yes. I think every house I've ever written has included at least one office. Steve and I used to bemuse real estate agents by going through a house, and saying things like -- "OK, this could be your office, and I'll take little room at the top of the stairs," or, damningly, "No, this won't do; there's only one office."

And off I go.

What went before ONE: A smol break to eat lunch (in fact, a ham sandwich, the ham heated up), make a pot of rice, and do my duty to the cats.

The writing's going really well, After I finish up in the front of the house, I'll go back and see if there's anything else cooking.

The cats of course, have all joined me in my office, so I can feel guilty about my eventual desertion to the writing room.

Which reminds me that some folks had wanted to see where I had put the bats. Here they are:

By reader request, the "story" of the poster: Steve used to work in a video store, and when a new batch of posters came in, he adopted this one.

It is worth noting that Steve also had a Close Personal Relationship with Disney's Sorcerer's Apprentice. When I met him, one of his favorite shirts was a silky dark blue with a Sorcerer's Apprentice print.

What went before TWO: So, that was +/-1,530 new words today, which brings the WIP Entire right around 95,600, as the end of the book keeps getting further away. I also updated the Chapter-by-Chapter.

Tomorrow, I have some phone calls to make, and I'll need to do them early. Also, I need to clear off my "business desk," because even though I'm hardly here, it's a wreck. Well. Because writing at the moment is far more entertaining than Real Life, I do just tend to toss stuff onto a "I'll deal with it later," pile.

Happy Hour has been served. I need to put away my socks, now that they're clean and dry and all, and update the to-do list.

So, that was my day, and hoping yours was as peaceful.

Everybody have a good evening; stay safe. I'll see you tomorrow.

Monday. Dim and cool. Rain predicted.

I had forgotten that today is a holiday. Files under The Perils of Freelancing. Crossfiles under The Perils of Living Alone. No mail today. Gummint offices closed. Oh. Wait.

One of the offices I needed to call this morning was closed. However! The hospital at Rockport was on the case, and able to reschedule my Dark O'Clock Appointment for 11am two days earlier in the same week.

I'm calling this a success on the day.

Today, I am still giving my hands a break, for values of "a break" that does not include fine work such as cutting out teensy pattern pieces, or embroidery, so I guess I'm writing. After breakfast and girding mine loins and all like that.

Who else has had an early success?

Today's blog post title brought to you by The Other Steve Miller, "Wild Mountain Honey"

Oh, dear, dearie me...

For those who have not read it, Be Warned. We are told by a Concerned Reader that Diviner's Bow is the second Liaden book that was "written for LBGYQ" instead of "staying true to the storyline and characters."

Well. That's me told.

In other news -- and what I actually stopped by to say -- between cutting out teensy pieces of paper, followed by driving for sevenish hours, followed by chores, I have managed to scrod my hands, which means I need to change the shape of the next few days, to wit!

Today and Monday I shall write; Tuesday, I shall finish cutting out my glass pattern and taping said teensy pieces to the appropriate pieces of glass (which means I'll be missing needlework, but there are only so many hours in the day -- and what's with that exactly?). Wednesday, I have a haircut scheduled, and also some writing to do; Thursday evening is glasswork, I may need to hit the grocery during the day; Sarah comes by on Friday morning.

Also, I need to get a tattoo across my forehead that says, YOU ARE NOT 40.

So! Breakfast was oatmeal with cranberries and walnuts. Lunch will be a ham sandwich, or something else including ham, because leftovers, and!

Time to go to work.

What's your upcoming week looking like?

Today's blog post title brought to you by The Kinks, "Lola" because -- obviously.  Released in 1970.

Here, have a picture of Tali: