No plot after all

     Turns out, I need to set aside my Microsoft conspiracy theory.

     My faithful old laptop (well over 10 years old, which I guess in the world of technology makes it a cousin to Methuselah) was just waving an arm as it sank under the onslaught of updates it was too ancient to handle.

      This afternoon I'm meeting with the tech people at our local computer shop to discuss what the new member of our family of computers will have. As long as it can deal with words - lots of words - and get me to the internet, I'll be happy. (Not particularly happy, however, at the unexpected expense).

      So for now I'll be posting from my iPad, an awkward and tedious process.

     

Microsoft Plays Dirty

          Okay. That’s it.

Color Misstep

So today I put on my turquoise exercise shirt. Big mistake.

Phew!!!!!!!

      While I know there are many changes ahead, and the end needs to be re-written, I just typed word number 79,050 - literally the last word (for now) - of Gravely Murdered, my third book. 
       If that doesn't call for a glass of wine, I don't know what does.

The Eyes Have It

Who would have guessed that in my golden years I’d be living with a pirate? Not me.

Not Just for Kids

 

Thanks to a delightful day with our even more delightful 15 month old twin granddaughters, I’ve hit upon a no-fail formula for a successful bar. 

Over Hill Over Dale

       So yesterday I gathered up my inadequacies and my golf bag and went to my usual Thursday league.