Rain

What? Rain, you say?

We remain on track for a record year, precipitation-wise. At least the temperatures hover in the low 50s F this morning, so we won't have to shovel the stuff off the driveway.

And the sewer project crew scuttles (and beeps, and growls) at a frantic rate to finish all their little manholes and storm drain grates and pavement patching before the snowplows rule our street. I think the weather screwed their schedule. Royally.

Wishy washy

Well, I'm reading that Dresden book, and I can see some strong parallels with what I intended to do. Also some strong differences. I don't know if I'm just playing pretend with myself, but I think MOST of the parallels come from us both riffing off the hard-boiled detective noir genre and throwing magic at it.

Should I dump the project? She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me....

Meanwhile, this is playing hell with my digestion. Wife thinks I'm too delicate for the writing business, and she may be right.

Ars longa, vita brevis

PBS aired a special tonight, a reunion of the rock group Cream. Disgusting. Those guys turned OLD behind my back.

They're not allowed to do that.