Oh Wind, If Winter Comes . . .

Yikes, winter is back. Cold wind. Shrivelled rhododendums. Ice on the slough again. Ducks ain't gonna like that. Chives regretting they poked green tips above the cold ground.

Well, it was good to have a break. I think I am officially caught up with my homecoming chores. Now, if only the house were clean.

Today has been a lazy day, which is to say I lay in bed all afternoon and read. Of course, I really could do this every day, but a weird puritan streak keeps me up and about. The cats have NO problem whatsoever sleeping and lazing about all day.

I finished a great book by a woman who became caught up in the cocaine trade in Colombia in the early 70's. The co-author was a wonderful writer who really took you there, and the last 1/3 of the book was a tension-filled pounding adventure. Just what I'm trying to write. I read it as background for the Colombian "stuff." I had not expected it to be so good. The Book is The Last Run by Kay Wolff and Sybil Taylor. Good stuff. Great descriptions. Think I'll write a review for Amazon.

I had done so much research on Colombian for my robot fish short story that I knew where most everyplace was.