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.