I went to a brunch today with kids from my graduating class at a grill and began talking about stories I had written and posted on line. My family knows I write stories and I've told them where to go to read them, but no one ever does. and mentioned my I'll be home for Christmas story to one of my class mates, we've been mates ever since kindergarden and she was amazed I would write fiction such as this and be a conservative. I mentioned that being a conservative had more to being self reliant than having government take care of you.

After a modest delay I am posting Timeout 4, Chapter 14 in a multipart installment over the next week or so. Four or five posts of anywhere from 20 to 30 plus pages each should see it done.

As Princess for Hire and several other excellent but interrupted serials have posted of late I figured I should jump on the bandwagon.

-- grin --

Itinerant and Holly Hart helped me a while back on this, LAST YEAR in fact. I think. It's been a while. I believe they are both out of rehab by now.

Many thanks to all of you who've helped with typos in SKIN. I have gone through and corrected them, so within a few hours, the Kindle copy should be fine. It's amazing what your miss.

So I went to write my narrative (for my secret shop today), and out came this instead....

Launch day is over. No horrible drama it was stressful but not nearly as much as last year with the 4s. Probably because all those folks that got the 4s are still in a contract.

Where are good places to go and what do I need to know, and how much should it cost?

Or is BC running slower than ever. It's like dial up.

Angharad

Well, after I vented here, I decided that I wanted to start to figure out how I could break my mood, and I started with reading a very funny book while waiting for Sam to get off the bus.

Hi everyone.

Last night, my daughter couldn't find the little communication book she's supposed to bring home from school, but didnt admit it until we were picking up her mother. Her mother was upset, and I promised to check at my house, and I thought it was over with.

Then this morning, her mother called and started yelling at my mother for Sam not having the book, and then my mom started coming down on me for not being responsible and involved with my daughter, and I ended up getting angry myself, yelled at Sam's mother, and went back to bed.

Well, I picked up my daughter today, and she was all excited about learning how to make a cake in her cooking class.

I said, "If only you were as pumped about learning multiplication"

so anyway …

Life is what happens in between making plans and actualising them. Families are collections of random lunatics the universe throws together because they share some genetic material, friends are people we like.

My daughter got married last week, she went with her partner to New York and they got spliced in Central park. I've seen some photos and it looked really nice. It also means I've not seen either of my children get married. They did it for all sorts of reasons, the trip to New York, but part of it, rightly or wrongly, I suspect is to avoid having to explain me.

On August 26, I suffered a heart attack, which I did not recognize as one as it had none of signs. Just a stiffness in the chest which I thought was part of the bronchitis I thought I had. I called the EMT on the 30 because of shortness of breath. I was sitting in the ER waiting to them to discharge me when the doctor came and told me they thought I had a heart attack. The next week they took all kinds of tests, found that the valves were good, most of it was viable the only area was the small area in the middle bottom of the heart which was gone.

Apparently today (September 19th) is International Talk Like a Pirate Day, and perhaps unsurprisingly, Lulu have used it as an excuse to have one of their famous flash sales.

Until Friday (21st) you can get 15% off any order with the code "PIRATA".