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.<\/p>\n
There are three of us in it.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
So, I’m working on cutting and revising The Longer the Fall<\/em> (you remember that scene in Cast Away<\/em> where Tom Hanks knocks out his own tooth?) and wondering if everybody on the entire planet except me is going to see Star Trek<\/em> tonight. *sigh* And now Magda’s in my lap. That makes four of us in this chair!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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 … Continue reading