Hello Monday.

Who has two thumbs and wrote 1400 words of fiction this weekend?

THIS GUY.

I won’t say that the drought is over, but I will say that it drizzled some.

I spent most of the weekend in front of the computer, which means that not very much else got done, although I did get some shopping in. Plus I made some disappointing butternut squash soup  that will inevitably sit in the fridge for a week until I finally admit defeat and throw it out. I told Sierra last night that I can’t figure out if I’m bad at making soup, or I just don’t like soup. Further investigation is necessary.

This week: Holiday Pops! Christmas shopping with my favorite ten-year-old. Bread pudding, walnut crescents, slogging through Beloved and trying not to sob openly on the T. Sending and receiving. Peppermint mochas with whipped cream on top of them. And maybe–maybe–some more time with the writing.

Happy holidays, kiddos.