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Making tracks
Feb. 27th, 2005 10:34 amAcross the backyard snow, squirrel tracks spaced out 5' or more. That was a Squirrel on a Mission. Don't know if it was late, checking its pocket watch and worried about the Red Queen, or if one of the neighborhood hawks had made its presence felt.
Me? Not making tracks. With icy trails, high winds, and cold, I haven't been able to ski. Plus, I'm not sure I want to get all sweaty and chilled and tired with The Plague in the house. Wife is improving, slowly.
The Shrew is about to get some answers. Not comfortable ones, mind you, and ones that tell her she can't trust certain people in authority that she damn well _ought_ to be able to trust, but that's life in the World of Characters. Or, at least my characters. Got my 500+ words in this morning.
Me? Not making tracks. With icy trails, high winds, and cold, I haven't been able to ski. Plus, I'm not sure I want to get all sweaty and chilled and tired with The Plague in the house. Wife is improving, slowly.
The Shrew is about to get some answers. Not comfortable ones, mind you, and ones that tell her she can't trust certain people in authority that she damn well _ought_ to be able to trust, but that's life in the World of Characters. Or, at least my characters. Got my 500+ words in this morning.
