So very lovely.
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California and my office are doing their damnedest to make sure I don't forget how cold I was in Italy. It's not *that* cold yet. But it's just as dry and the office here is frigid. Thank gods for going home where it's warm.
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The Mouse is still sick with the coughing crud. If she weren't so clearly getting a little better every day, we'd be at the pediatrician's today. She's one unhappy mite.
She did not want me to go to work today. I didn't want to go either.
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Slow and quiet. The end of the year is going out with a sigh, as if all the work and the wind up and the wound just tuckered the year out. I'm glad that it is going out quietly. This was one hell of a year. Contests. Book launch. Fundraising madness. Shipping madness. Italy.
And there were sadnesses and losses in there too. It was one hell of a rollercoaster of a year.
I was telling my friend and editor, Ree, how this is the year that I learned where my limit was. Because till this year, I'd never met it and felt confident that I could just push and push and push and do whatever the hell I wanted to do and it would happen.
Not so much this year.
And you know what? I'm glad I hit my limit.
Because you know me.
Now it's a *challenge.*
I'm a loon. But I'm a happy loon. And I'm damn happy to know all of you.