Hola, Purgatorio! (Can you tell I don't speak Spanish? I bet you can.)
Not a lot to report here. I'm working on a computer restructuring which seems to be going pretty well, moving word processing into the admin account because DropBox seems unable to access user accounts and vice versa.
Except that my WIP seems to have disappeared. I am not allowing myself to panic quite yet. I only had about 7500 words, so even if I somehow sent it into the ether, it's not quite a tragedy. But come on, desktop, where the fuck did it go? I promise, I'll clean your keyboard if you tell.
We're expecting serious cold to arrive Monday, highs in the teens and some wind. I am resisting the urge to stockpile necessities and never go outside at all, as well as the urge to eat heavy foods and bake daily when the calories consumed by staying inside are so few. Kindly inform Mother Nature I really don't need to put on fat for the winter. I need not wait for spring to progress far enough to produce new food, not with a Wegmans down the road.
Maryn, in a torrid affair with her grocery store