good grief

I’m sitting at my laptop computer on a battered fold-out table. My chair is a dining room chair–ample-sized, one of those “captain’s chair” sort with wooden armrests, but still, a dining room chair, not an armchair or something.

There are three of us in it.

I’m perched on the very front edge of the seat. Vincent is curled up behind me–and he’s not small–and Giles has squeezed in next to him. Fortunately, my butt is a lot smaller than it used to be! Unfortunately, it’s also rather sore because I spent five solid hours sitting on gym bleachers Tuesday night at the Town Meeting From Hell, so this edge-of-the-chair thing isn’t too comfortable.

We almost had thunderstorms, but they just missed here and went further east. Somebody got some doozies, but I just heard a couple of distant rumbles. The sunset, however, was one of those eerie and beautiful post-storm sunsets where it looks like everything, even the very air, is glowing amber-pink because all the underside of the clouds is illuminated across the whole sky.

So, I’m working on cutting and revising The Longer the Fall (you remember that scene in Cast Away where Tom Hanks knocks out his own tooth?) and wondering if everybody on the entire planet except me is going to see Star Trek tonight. *sigh* And now Magda’s in my lap. That makes four of us in this chair!