I did manage to crank
out the first chapter of my next mystery. This was due less to my superior work
ethic and more to an online class I’ve signed up for. Unlike me, it looks as though a
number of my classmates have something they’ve had tucked in a drawer for
years, if not decades. The tell-tale sign was that within an hour of being
assigned the first chapter, several had submitted it.
As you can see from my week-long absence, life is as enervating as ever.
Anyway, while I don't enjoy revisiting that middle school feeling of unwelcome homework hanging over my head, it helps to have a deadline, a concept I'd pretty much forgotten about this deep into retirement.
So once again I’m building a search history that would likely have local authorities circling the house; tidbits like the fact that thallium was a common ingredient in rat poison, is odorless and tasteless, and an effective antidote is Prussian blue, a popular pigment for artists.
Currently, I’m home waiting for the other shoe to fall. Or if not a shoe, for my arm to begin tingling, or my joints to ache, or a headache to arrive.
My Guy and I again joined a line of cars on an unused strip of the airport in order to stick our arms out the window. We now have our second shot! But don’t expect us to elbow our way into a local bar, or look for a ball game to attend. We plan to continue masking and living sensibly. It’s practically second nature after over a year.