Hello Sunshine. Yep, glorious sunshine is pouring through my window. The outside temps are 45 (F). I know, that's difficult to believe since we are heading into the heart of winter. The long range forecast has daytime highs sitting in the comfortable 40s (F), sometimes a few degrees warmer, sometimes a few degrees colder. So far, this winter is a replay of last year's winter... and the year before that.
Yesterday, I grouted. I also realized I'm going to need to pull the stove front and tile a small section behind it. If you enter the kitchen from the dining room and look sharply to the left, past the coffeemaker, there is a small, 4 inch by 6 inch section that's going to need to be tiled. No problem. But not today. I work today, and before that I want to get a ride in.
The rest of yesterday was odd. Too overcast. I needed to clean the one tank and didn't. No time on the treadmill. No free weights. Nothing. I'm blaming my neighbor. She likes to turn her music up when she cleans, and though it's not nearly as loud as it was that first time, there is a two hour time period where there is a background buzz of bass and drums that I find very distracting. I'd complain, but it's only once a week, if it were more often, or loud enough to rattle my windows as it was the first time she cleaned, I'd be knocking on her door.
As I've said, I'm making lots of notes on the next book, The Body in History, and a new character has joined my cast, Naomi Potts, an poetess from Cambridge. Does this mean there might be several stanzas of hexameter poetry? Hhhmmm, could be.
And then, of course, yesterday this happened: