We have a cool house. Finally.
Hot, humid weather and I do not agree. At all. So I am now a happy, somewhat chipper person. I think my brain might even be making a comback now.
I'm nearly 10,000 words into The Game of Time (book 1), and I have the scene laid out in my mind where things go strange. This is good. I could not quite grasp this first step away from reality for the group. I'm looking forward to the next step in the story, even if I'm not entirely clear how it will go here.
Oh, my little Weather Bug just let out a few chirps letting me know there's an alert. Looks like a Severe Thunderstorm Watch. Good. We can use the rain. Any rain.
I have work to do. I better get to it, rather than sitting around here.