very very frightening the Beest. She hid under the bed. Then under the sofa. Then behind my chair. Frankly, I didn't think she could fit back there. That lusxious wave of cool air came down. Aaah. But wait, there's weird light coming from the east. It's after 8 p.m. That's not right.
Aha. There's a "Severe Thunderstorm Warning" in effect until 10. Doesn't bother me. I like these things. Tomorrow's supposed to be beyoootiful.
The meeting? Yes, it happened. Really wish I could say more (a LOT more) but it wouldn't be prudent. Now starts the real work, for me, anyway. Oh how I wish I could tell the story. But not til everything goes public and it's over.
Tonight I'm fitting the pieces of my head that fell apart back together. In the morning I'll summarize the plans cooked up in an organized fashion and send them off to those involved. If all goes well, tomorrow I'll be back blogging as per usual. For the rest of the night I'm vegging out and watching Grant's last GhostHunters episode, then taking my slaggy old ass to bed and reading my way to dreamland.
Night-night, dear reader. I'll see you tomorrow with news and adventures.
Hamlet Under Almond Bough
1 day ago