Ooh-ooh, the sun came out! I’ve got to get out there and set up my chair, light my cigar, and return to work on my book, The Witch Box. Yesterday I found a sunny spot and was able to write for 90 minutes before my hands got too cold.
I’m working my way into the plot’s double climax. All the characters are now where they need to be. (Yes, you have to move them around like chessmen.) And as yet I’m the only one who knows what’s going to happen to them. Wait’ll they find out.
I know I ought to write more blog posts, but I have to make use of the sun while I’ve got it. See yiz later!
I know what you are saying; we have to go while the goin’ is good.
I hate to sound like a Scrooge or Grinch here, but on Fridays I pray for overcast mornings. That’s because on Friday mornings I have to drive to somewhere east of where I live, and at this time of year the sun is still so low in the sky that it’s at a level my windshield visor can’t block, or to the side of my visor. I have to steer with one hand in late rush-hour traffic with my other hand blocking the glare of the sun. No, no, no sun! — give me a nice dim overcast morning on Fridays!
I wouldn’t be starting anywhere near that early, Phoebe. I only ask for the sun to come out around noon.
Okay, noontime sun is okay …. but, but, but …. wasn’t there once a song with the refrain “Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noonday sun”? 😄😄😄
It ain’t so hot in November, and there aren’t any Englishmen around here.
But mad dogs…? (Tee hee.)
By the way, I may be incommunicado for the rest of the day — just worn out from chores and need to rest with a nice book of puzzles — as well as much of tomorrow, when I have to go to a funeral.
Is it possible to relax with a cryptic crossword?
Looking forward to readfing the new book. I know it will take time but I know it will be good.