Aye, the promised cold snap is here in earnest. Fortunately we have a brand-spanking new furnace. The weather babe is saying we're going to get a major snow storm this weekend. Bring it.
Bah! We are still dealing with gout effects. Our right pinky toe is bothering us and we're walking funny, straining the calf muscle and worsening our gimpiness. We have trouble even putting a shoe on. We are not pleased. Not pleased at all.
For no other reason than our general annoyedness [Not a word-Ed] and crankiness, we've taken to reading stories about ICE on FB and leaving, 'Laken Riley unavailable for comment'. [Well if that isn't a good use of your time-Ed]. Bahhh! We swipe at the air and grumble incoherently.
Ah...one year ago today Trump was inaugurated. A magnificent day. We'll say it again. They stole an election from him. They tried to bankrupt him. They tried to lock him up. They even tried to kill him. A fantastic year. We'd give Trump a solid B + to troll a mediocre man who wasn't even eligible to hold the office. And no, we're not sick of winning.
DOGE Report: we put the finishing touches on the Ireland MS, and did a little work on Thatcher's War. Then we read through one of our nuke novel short stories.
Speaking of short stories....we have one in James Young's third instalment in the Arc of Ares series:
Our contribution is called Atlantic Flash. Just click on over. Reminder, we have stories in Violent Blue Yonder (Morning Suns) and Thin Red Tails (Ambush at Lingayen Gulf). We are among the best there is at what we do. In truth there's no better professional feeling than being asked - asked mind you - to contribute to an anthology. What did Coach Knight say? These people know who they are. Seriously, lap up the scraps of our success, down there. For we are up here among the Titans.
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