Only managed to sleep between 4-7 last night (this morning?), so I may be a little loopy. It's possible I had too much caffeine yesterday (nah! Two pots of black tea is nothing!) or maybe I just got myself into a fluster. Anyway, it resulted in an extra 2,000 words or so, and when I get to the end of this scene I'm going to knock off to play some guitar, watch last night's Criminal Waste, and generally try to figure out what the hell my antag thinks he's accomplishing with this diabolical plot of his.
It's a very nice diabolical plot. I'm just not sure what it does.*
It was -3 with windchill when I woke up. That's pretty impressive for March. I have my wool undershirt on.
In the mean time, the view from my corner of the universe this morning. Please note Giant Ridiculous Dog (extreme left, middleground), various stuffed animals (he suffers so), and the looming pile of books I should be reading.
Teacup today: The blue-green mug from Baltimore.
Tea today: Upton's Egyptian chamomile
*It raises the dead. Isn't it pretty? Americans!