Sunday. Today's supposed to be warmer than yesterday, which topped off in the mid 50s (F), by many degrees. Over 30. That's right, our temps are predicted to climb up into the 80s (F) this afternoon. The same will be true for the next 2 days, as well. And after that, it looks as though are afternoon highs will be sailing through the mid 70s (F).
And, as expected, yesterday the home improvement retail world was oh, so slow. Blame the temps. Blame the wind. Blame the rain. Rain? We were only supposed to have spotty showers. Well, that was not the case. Forty-five minutes at a time, it rained. Steady. Soaking. We needed it. This morning we have fog warnings. It's not thick, and will probably burn off by the time I head into work.
My new narrator and I have been emailing each other and right off the bat the rapport is different then with the first narrator. This guy wants character descriptions. He's asking what I want Eli and Max to sound like, of course, they're middle-aged jocks so I have to decided in my head what a middle-aged jock sounds like and tell him. That's nice. It's also nice that when I tell him that even though The Body on the Lawn is a mystery, it's more about family than anything else, about parents and their relationships with their adult children. In fact, when I read through the manuscript prepping it for narration, I was surprised at how integral those sections of dialogue on adult children dealing with their parents to the outcome of the book, of Eli's father developing a sense of pride in a son he'd kept distant for most of his life.
And here is a picture of my dogs, because everyone is posting pictures of their dogs to protest Kristi Noem's shooting of a 14 month old puppy because it was untrainable at hunting, and she hated it.