I am still alive and kicking in the writing world. But you know, the best laid plans of Christmas mice and writers...
In the last 19 days, I've been bruised like a banana, stung on my typing hand (tee hee) by an Insect from Hell, and am now recovering from a wee bit o' whiplash from a run-in with a quite large piece of playground equipment. I have a boo-boo and no mom to kiss it. No concussion, no fractures, no bleeding. But my neck still needs to stay horizontal for parts of the day - which is problematic. And my ever faithful husband, Flash, has that last episode filmed. We will try to have that downloaded soon for your viewing pleasure.
So, dear ones, it seems I have plenty to write about from November 2020. Quite frankly, I'm ready to give this month the boot and enter December.
I'm thinking it best to let Flash or Cowboy take care of the turkey this year, lest I join Tom in his demise.
Have a beautiful, peaceful time of giving thanks. I am ever thankful and blessed by all of you. I will be here next WEDNESDAY to tell you a tale.
Love,
Kim
