Last night, while watching a taped edition of America’s Funniest Videos, the announcer was discussing things for which you are not required to apologize. “If you write a blog,” he said, “and if you haven’t posted for a while, you don’t need to apologize for that because NOBODY CARES!”
And maybe that’s true, but I’m apologizing anyway, in advance.
It’s Wednesday afternoon, 4:30 PM. I’m still in my nightgown and robe. I’ve been working steadily since seven o’clock this morning. At last count, I was 89.39% done with Field of Bones. It’s supposed to be 100% done by the time we leave on our cruise on Sunday morning. The story that has eluded me for so long is finally coming together. I’m well and truly on the banana peel, but I’m also running out of time. I need to pack. I need to have a manicure. I need to breathe.
And so the two hours today that I would have spent writing a blog post have been devoted instead to Joanna Brady’s Cochise County Sheriff’s Department. The newest member of the team—Mojo, the pit bull K-9 replacing a now retired Spike—has just gone on his first mission, proved his mettle, and gotten a treat.
Sorry to say, that’s it for today. Maybe next week, when we’re cruising along off the coast of Italy, I’ll be able to reach into my bag of tricks and write a cheery posting about something fun. In the meantime, this is all I’ve got.
Except for one final comment about last week’s wisteria whine: It popped this week, and it’s gorgeous.