Real-life resumes.

We had “unseasonal rains” all last night and the first half of today, stirring up enough silty mud to create a nice slick slime on the grounds where the Renaissance faire was to be held today.

It was canceled on account of the rains, so I didn’t do any (public) storytelling today.

Anyway, I am dying to get back into my novel, but I’m holding back until I get my house back in order

• Sewing machine/projects away
• Laundry folded
• Next-size out for the poor child who’s been running about in capri pants not designed to be capris.

But then, Ah, *then.* All the sparks that have been nipping at me will be given their own little fire pits and we’ll learn how much flame they contain.