Swinging in the Wind

 Well, we did have thunderstorms yesterday, for about 15 minutes.  Mostly the rain was nothing more than the occasional shower.  A high wind warning went into effect at 0800... and there was no wind.  We did have some 40 mile an hour gusts during that short-lived thunderstorm.  This doesn't mean we didn't get wind, we did, but it started last night around 9 PM when the actual cold front went through and this morning it's gone.  Forecasters are predicting today's temps to be in the mid 50s (F).  That's fine.

Tuesday the weather's supposed to be nice, so the yard work will commence.  My bulbs are coming up.  There are a lot of them.  Bazoom, bazoom.  

The threat of storms yesterday kept business down in the store.  As far as I know, no one in my department got either a measure or a lead.  I had some sales go through which put me over my goal, but all of my other numbers are zeros.  This is how it goes.  

There might be hope for my selling paperbacks through Barnes & Noble.   Since my covers are commissioned, hand painted mini-works of art, I need to convert the scanned JPEGs into PDFs, resize the size through the 'in flight' tab, and then import that file into Word to ensure colors are accurate.  Well, now there's a tab in Word that lets you convert and imported file to a  PDF, which means I might be able to skip the Adobe step.  I will have to play around with it.

Back covers need art too, so, if you buy the paperback version of The Body Under Ice from Amazon, it's quite likely this is what you'll see.  It's a shame we didn't have any snow this winter to give it a better background.  That's a Home Depot hat I'm wearing, and, of course, those ugly, yellow lensed glasses.

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I have to tell you that every time I read Tucker Carlson's over the top rants I cannot stop myself from smiling.  There isn't a single doubt in my mind that Tuck is scared.  If Dominion triumphs over Fox, Tuck's career will be over, unless he wants to join Newsmax and much lower salary level.  Every time Trump gets indicted (and more are on the way), his career is going to take a body blow.  The man's ego has always put him on the wrong side of reality.  It's almost as if someone gave him a long skein of rope and asked him to make something, and in his infinite stupidity he decided to make a noose.  The idea that his career choices might hang him has never occurred to him, which, knowing how his ego works, is not surprising.  Is Tuck terrified that his career might soon be swinging in the wind?  I don't doubt it.