A bit sleepy tonight earlier than usual. Must be meat coma setting in. Couldn’t even finish my sampler plate at Iron Works Bar-b-Que…brought the ribs home for tomorrow! And I smell like woodsmoked meat…lol. Was a fun birthday party though. I don’t get to see Bubba Jim often enough any more. May have to remedy that next week.

The rest of my day was sorta evenly divided between watching Supernatural and making jewelry. About halfway through Season Two now — Yay, Netflix!

I have a whole tray full of earrings now, and half a box of other pieces. Trying to stock up well for ConDFW, the convention I am attending Feb. 15-17 in Dallas. I know I will have a little space on one table, and may have space on two!

But do not think I totally neglected my writing. I did work on my new short story a bit, and  Jim told me about another anthology he’s working on that I may be submitting to.

I’m a little worried about “No-Excuses Sunday”…I don’t know if I have anything to submit anywhere tomorrow. Guess I’ll think of something. 🙂

Newell wants to show me something in a video game, so I guess I better make today’s poem short and sweet…

The Apple

This apple will be sweet, she said,
and held it in her palm.
Its flesh was lined with age,
and bruises marred the skin.

That shows it has the wisdom
of experience, she said.
And because I trusted her–

I ate.

Tracking:

Today I cleaned ― Merged some of the storage containers in the Studio to consolidate parts.

Today I weighed ― 184.3

Today I wrote/revised ― worked on short story