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The Blizzard is coming! The Blizzard is coming!
Or something. The weather prophets aren't quite sure what. Rain, or sleet and freezing rain, or snow, or maybe frogs and locusts. But Tuesday and Wednesday are supposed to bear bad tidings.
Got maybe a thousand new words in this morning, ending a chapter and leaving Beowulf and Grendel's Mom in deep kimchee. Now back to The Shrew and her ongoing battle with eagle-poachers who want to run her out of town. But first, I have to haul a few years' worth of magazines over to the recycle center. The floor joists will thank me.
Got maybe a thousand new words in this morning, ending a chapter and leaving Beowulf and Grendel's Mom in deep kimchee. Now back to The Shrew and her ongoing battle with eagle-poachers who want to run her out of town. But first, I have to haul a few years' worth of magazines over to the recycle center. The floor joists will thank me.