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T’was the night before Christmas…
That whole business about not a creature is stirring doesn’t hold up in this house. Gavin and Patty will play dogs gone wild sometime after midnight as they do every night lately.
We don’t have a fireplace so there aren’t any stockings hung by the chimney with care.
It isn’t unusual to hear a clatter outside since we do live in the city. You won’t find me leaping out of bed to see what the matter is. However, I may leap up from my desk.
The only sleighbells ringing will be the ones on the dogs when I take them for a late night walk around the neighborhood.
You all have a Merry and a Happy!
A woman’s prerogative
This what my Kindle looks like
As a woman, I have the right to change my mind. As a writer, I owed it to myself to learn all I could about E-books and E-readers. At least that’s what an agent told me recently.
“You should really know everything you possibly can about E-books and E-readers. After all they aren’t going away, they are getting better.” She said.
I whined, “But what about book signings and the feel of a real book in your hands?”
“Don’t worry there will always be real books. However, E-books and E-readers will get your books out there to more people, younger people.”
The discussion went on for quite some time and by the end, I was still whining, but I figured that I’d better take her advice and look into the whole business.
I checked out all sorts of E-readers and then I bought a Kindle. It arrived yesterday around noon. I spent the rest of the day learning about it, playing with it, dressing it in a skin, and even downloaded two free books and a game.
I hate to admit it, staunch book fan that I am, but…I like it.
Dogs and the theory of levitation
Gavin and Patty will always try to mooch food. DH was munching some cinnamon toast this morning and both dogs stood in front of him. All the while he ate they never took their eyes off him. Their concentration was so intense I swear they were trying to levitate the toast from the plate to their mouths.
“Abracadabra!” Said Gavin. “To me, to me, come to me.”
“No, no! Alakazam, it’s mine.” Patty moved in tighter.
Each time DH lifted his toast to take a bite both tails would wag, more drool would drip, and four dark eyes never wavered. If from my desk I called their names, I received no response. The toast, oh, the marvelous toast, all slathered in butter and covered in cinnamon sugar drew their attention to the exclusion of all else.
DH saved them each a small piece and they gulped them down with joy. Let’s not tell them that they don’t know the theory of levitation.
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