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enough questions that when I do feel like writing, I’ll actually have time!
    The kids came over to shave my head. Let me be the first to say that shedding worse than the cats sucks, hard, and doesnt buy breakfast afterward! Gods. I know that coughing spate the other night was me sucking stray hair off my damned pillow!
    Ok. Head shaved. Looks odd, but no where near as strange as I thought. I’d been ramping up for it anyway, cutting my hair shorter and shorter. This was the last logical step. What I didnt expect was how velvety my scalp feels. So strange. No wonder everyone always wants to rub the dang thing. Heh
    Cute guys get it for free. Everyone else pays a quarter. lol.
    Ok, thats enough for now.
    Thanks for the good thoughts and well wishes!
    And remember please... I am good with whats going on, and you should be too. To make a really BAD pun, “Don’t cry for me, Argentina.”
    Lol

Saturday, October 24, 2009
    I’m touched, though not in the head. :)
     
    Thank you everybody, for your thoughts, wishes, prayers, and comments. To say I am touched by them is a massive understatement. Flabbergasted might be closer. :)
    I havent written (yet) today, but I did manage to get some chores done which have been nagging at me. We live on a couple of acres, and tradition holds that it is my job to “button us up” for the coming winter. Last winter we lost chunks of several trees due to ice and storm, and the resulting wood laying around got split with the help of a neighbor and a nifty machine. I want one!
    The drawback of course was doing something with it, so some friends came over and stacked it for us. I remember a time when I could move that fast, for that long! :)
    What was left was a bunch of twigs and limbs that would cost more energy to cut up than they would produce, so it got put into the burn pile. Or rather, added to an existing burn pile. (I was working last year and missed burning season.) Today, finally, I got caught up. Remember, after twenty five years of doing this, the habit is strong, and it was nagging at me. I blew a wad of energy, and it took all bloody day, but it’s done!
    Just a few more minor chores, like making sure the generators run properly and draining the irrigation lines for the garden, and I’ll have nothing but drugs to distract me from writing. Whoo hoo!
    Oh, I found out that it’s the Vincristine that’s probably responsible for the loss of taste. This is a new side effect for me. I was fine the last time around. I guess that means Papa has to do the cooking still. I can just imagine HIS face if *I* were the one to season the chili. :)
    Lets see, last bit of news. I got a bit more than 500 words written last night. Pure crap when you consider I used to get 5,000 or so in a day, but words is words! I probably would have gotten far more if I hadnt written the blog stuff, but that was sort of important. I’ve lost a huge sense of guilt from not being able to answer emails as fast as usual, and thank you all for accepting the admittedly odd request I made. It truly does help a great deal. :)
    Now see? Didnt I warn you that these updates would be boring? Laugh. So just for fun, and for taking the time to slog through this nonsense, here is a random bit from the story I am currently working on. It’s the opening to an adventure-ish thing that I started as a lark. Often times, since I am pure crap at outlining (Shh... Trade secret there!) I woll start with a single sentence. In this case, it was a single word. At the time, I was having rather severe chills, so the word made perfect sense to me. :D
     
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    Snow. Miles of the stuff stretched out before him like a vast white ocean, broken only by a small dark hump already half buried by the constantly moving drifts. That dark shape was Merrick’s destination, and it would be home until this latest storm blew over. The sheer immensity of the sky overhead, a leaden gray-white in the afternoon light, seemed to bear down on him as he pulled