I might end up being all by myself this evening. Bryon’s school went two hours late, so we scooped ourselves out, and off he went. I made him pack clothes and a blanket. He called and said the ride was pretty bad.
Now the wind’s kicked in. The black top leading into our little town drifts and closes off, and I think by the time school lets Bryon go, the road may be impassable. It’s all good–he has some good friends he can stay with in town, and I’m here to do another round of scooping and take care of the cats. I wonder if he will use common sense and follow the recommendations to not travel. Sometimes the Stump men can get stubborn, and it’s not always the best trait.
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Four interesting links from the Interrealms.
Seanan McGuire on character death.
Health care reform and his cancer from Jay Lake
Dealing Well with Disappointment from Ilona Andrews
Another post to follow shortly.
Catherine
