Old Nancy

 Well, I'm up early and it's a cool 15 (F) outside.  For you Celsius people, that's -9.44.  When it's this cold, I wait by the door when the dogs go out to do their business, rather than let them wait on the back porch.

And I am up early, the crack of dawn is still a few hours away.  And it isn't because my new chair is arriving today.  Nope.  I'm in the final pages, of the final draft, of The Body in Repose.  In a rather literal way, I'm having a baby without all the mess.  Instead of the birth canal, there is my printer.  Size wise, this one is slightly larger than average, right now a bit over 80,000 words.  And really what I'm waiting for is my readers and editors to give it the once over.  Will it be a yeah, or a nay?  One thing I have noticed is that my two wine drinking protagonists, Eli and Max, tend to imbibe more the closer they get to reaching the denouement.  

In other bits and pieces, I did bake blueberry muffins yesterday, from scratch.  And in case you're wondering, they are tasty as hell.  Believe me, it's all of the brown sugar and butter.

Oh, and I saw that Nancy Pelosi is going to run for re-election.  Now, don't get me wrong, but Nancy is old.  Old Congressmen, like Republicans, rarely compromise.  Old Congressmen are in love with the power their time in office lets them wield.  And, while I like Nancy, she is old.  She needs to step aside and let a little new blood take the reins.  If Nancy really wants to make a difference at her age, she needs to retire to The Villages and raise a lot of havoc with all of the old, conservative Republicans living there.