The low, the high , and the “eh, who cares” for the day.

Rant – The rising wind and cold. The air pressure has stayed low and my shoulders have been screaming. I just want the high pressure to get here so things will quit hurting.

Rave – The people at HarperCollins who generously selected me to get two Fiona McIntosh novels (Royal Exile and Tyrant’s Blood) in their give away. Special thanks to Katherine Nintzel, the Editor that sent them along to me.

Epitome of Tepidity – Molly snoring away on the floor by my feet. Makes me want to head for the bed as well.