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Paul's flight home was cancelled last night because of bad weather in Chicago, so he'll be flying home today. Alas, he won't be home before I leave for work, and it's my late night. Heavy heaving sigh. That's okay, I suppose, because I now have some time today to do the things I didn't get done that I wanted to do before he got home.

Still, I'd rather he be home.

I finished reading Steve Berry's The 14th Colony last night, and it was, as always with Mr. Berry, quite a fun read. I am now torn as to what to read next; something by Margaret Millar? Something more current? Something literary as opposed to genre? Maybe horror instead of mystery? So many books, so little time....

As always, I am juggling about a million things. Looks like we have tickets to the LSU game on Saturday, so that rejiggers my entire weekend, and next week, of course, is Bouchercon--and I don't even want to think about my schedule for the week. I think Thursday is my easiest day of the week, frankly--the rest is just insane. But it will be a lot of fun; and I am very glad I took the following Monday off as well to readjust and rejigger and get back to my normal life--such as it is.

The writing, quite frankly, isn't going as well as I would like. I'm writing a couple of stories as well as a book at the same time, and I find myself not wanting, frankly, to do any of it. I'm not quite sure what that is all about, either. I have these moribund periods when I have difficulty writing, surrounded by wonderful times of incredible drive and passion for it.

If this ever makes sense to me--well, that will be the day.

All right, the spice mines are calling.

Here's a hottie for today:

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