The weather seems to have noticed that it’s actually December, not September, and the temps dropped today to a nice, moderate mid-60s here in the clavicle of Texas, with a possibility of getting down to the 30s tonight and tomorrow night (we actually have a freeze watch. Hosanna!). Of course, next week will be back in the high 60s/low 70s, so you can expect me to be making my world-famous Oven Roasted Brussels Sprouts for Thanksgiving while dressed in a t-shirt and capris, but I’m kinda hoping this means that we can officially keep the A/C off for the rest of the year.

In writing news I’m plowing away on Intersection. If you’ve been following me on NaNoWriMo you will notice that I am grievously behind in my word count, but I have full faith that I can make that up and then some over the weekend, since 1) I write fast and 2) I just found out that SyFy is coming out with a new series about corporate-run nation-states. Between that and Westworld (Jeffrey Wright, I do adore you so), I may as well start paddling and climb on that wave if I can.

In other news, still appalled at what’s happening in DC/New York, still working with local Dems, still hanging in there and believing in you and everyone else in this awesome land of ours. Still mourning a bit, as well, which for me translates into cleaning. My kitchen is a thing of beauty at the moment, so I’ve got that going for me. Oh, and the sign at right is what’s currently on display at my local Starbucks. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that Texas is solid red. There are lots and lots of blue spots all over the state, and they’re growing.