By some interpretations of an ancient Mayan calendar, that is... which, given that the Mayan calendar was evidently cyclical, would no more mean the end of the world than turning the calendar over from December to January, but it gives people something to panic about, which we haven't had since Y2K.
Anyway, it's been a month; I figured I ought to check in, for all none of you who give a dang. (Well, it's either that or risk ruining my ornaments by poking at them before the Paperclay's dry enough to handle...)
Fortunately, given the rest of the year, not much has happened since my last post. At least, not to me.
Grandpa's doing much better... better, in some ways, than he's been for a few years. He was even able to sign his own holiday cards this year - something he hasn't managed for a while. We're enjoying it while it lasts.
The salmon returned to the local stream this year. Not as many as I saw last time, but enough to be encouraging. We haven't destroyed every ecosystem... yet...
I continue to sling books at the local library, while seeking (and failing to find) a viable secondary income stream. I'm trying to whip a few stories into shape for possible submission - on the grounds that I couldn't be any less successful than I am right now, in writing and life in general - but it's going to have to wait until after the holidays. Xmas is only a week out (eek!) and I've still got a small mountain's worth of projects to finish before then. (Heck, I only got my holiday cards out in today's mail.) At least my shopping's done... I think...
Well, I suppose that's enough procrastination for now. Better get back to my work shed and see what I can do...
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