Time on Treadmill: 30 minutes.
Delight at cooler weather: Doing the Moldavian Dance of Joy.

I know this is only a brief respite. I know that Mother Nature is merely putting the tip in, teasing us with a reminder of what decent temps are like. But oh my friends, it never hit 90°F today in the clavicle of Texas and that made me a very happy camper because it meant I could finish up some projects in the garage during the DAY. What a concept.

As a result both my jade pendants are now finished (see below — I’d gotten the cabochons years ago, meaning to turn them into earrings. When I pulled them out a few days ago, I realized that they were way too big for that and should be pendants), and a pair of earrings for a friend are now in the tumbler and awaiting setting tomorrow. I’m trying to build stock because I’m going to be doing a show in two weeks AND sending some of my pieces to Armadillocon for their art show (also, I need money, but that’s the norm these days), so I’m pretty happy with my production schedule so far. Once I finish the friend’s earrings, I have a super cool pendant I want to do with a carnelian cabochon and a flame bezel, and a set of scrollwork aquamarine earrings.

Yes, I’m still writing. But if I’m frank, sweethearts, right now I make more money off the jewelry and I have bills to pay right away so that’s what I have to focus on. Don’t worry — I’m still working on King of Blades and Uncertainty Principle, and both books will be out this year alone with the still untitled romcom about the actors. Of course, I would be able to spend more time writing if people bought my sparklies, just saying…

In other news, my childhood has been officially ruined by a gentleman who goes by the nom de plume of Weird Dad. Weird Dad decided to use FaceApp, that darling of Russian data scrapers, to put a beard on someone.

To be specific, he put a beard on pictures of Mr. Rogers. Yes, the same gentleman of “It’s A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood” fame, a kind and gentle soul who helped generations of children learn how to look for helpers, and most likely the only bodhisattva most of us will ever know in our lifetimes. And this innocent prank did something that absolutely no one, including Weird Dad, expected–

It made Mr. Rogers bangable. I swear to God, all of the romance writers I know on Twitter are astounded by this, too, but it’s true (not to mention deeply disturbing). It doesn’t help that Mr R’s kinda got a Chris Evans thing going in some of the pictures. If you don’t believe me, go look for yourself.

Just don’t blame me if your childhood gets ruined, too.