Shoesday without pictures

I used to have a pair of electric blue snakeskin pumps with three inch high spike heels. I often wore them with a severe charcoal grey suit and looked like some Norwegian steel magnate's extremely expensive mistress. The shoes didn't fit well and kept popping off my heels unless I took hobbled mincing steps, which may have contributed to the kept-woman effect. Now I wear sensible flats and look like mistress of my own destiny. A much better fit and suitable for striding!

I got up this morning, read everyone else's blogs, then made a list of the things I need to do before Christmas. It scared me so much I went back to bed. Some things are better not viewed as a whole.

Actually, many things are in flux right now. My bowels among them. LG and I had an appointment to fix knitting issues today, but I had to cancel and she has been immensely gracious about it. You young people, here is your official warning: You will reach an age when the state of your bowels is not only vitally important to you, but a fit topic of conversation with others of your age group. You may as well get used to the idea right now.

So LG and I re-scheduled, but in the course of our converstaion, LG confided that she has taken the NaNoWriMo challenge and is writing a poem a day. Yayyy, LG!!!! Scansion ho!

And Norma, of Now Norma Knits and Red Scarf Fame, has agreed to do a blog interview about my first book, Sanna, Sorceress Apprentice. How too cool is that? Anyone else doing the NoBloMo? I happily volunteer to give you similar blog fodder in exchange for wider publicity. Book 2 should be out in early December.

Man, my head aches, too. Is there a bug going around?