"Indian summer" in Ireland

by Diane

Quiet, quiet morning. Gorgeous and misty outside: the east is all vaguely peach-colored. Let’s hear it for the weak high pressure system that’s sitting north of Ireland at the moment. How long it’ll persist, it’s hard to tell. I would run some numbers through Digital Atmosphere, but it turns out I de-installed it at some point in the past, and I have to re-install it and then ask for a new product key to apply my registration information to. Oh well. The last couple of days have been gorgeous here: “Indian summer” kind of weather…warm, still, and once the morning fog burns off, absolutely cloudless. The trees are starting to turn, ever so subtly…on the big beeches across in the demesne and up and down our road, the outer leaves are paling toward gold.

…A minor annoyance: tried to start up Dragon Naturally Speaking, in order to try dictating the blog rather than typing it — and now I find that there’s some kind of error with the mike: it claims to be in use by another program. Now how the heck can that be? One more thing to debug. (sigh) Later.

Today needs to be busy, gorgeous weather or not. I’m finishing up with the Rihannsu: this next week should see the work done at last. Then straight into what remains to be done of the outline for Wizards’ Holiday. Another “let’s hear it” for StoryView. It’s not like I have trouble writing outlines, at this late date, but StoryView automates a number of the processes I would have otherwise have to keep a personal eye on while also dealing with other issues. It’s a lovely convenience.

All cats are on site — Beemer’s asleep on the cushion in the living room window, Squeak’s asleep on a director’s chair in the kitchen (getting back in the habit of sleeping in the house, thank heaven…), Goodman’s asleep on the cushion upstairs in the bedroom window. …Interesting, too: when Squeak came in for breakfast this morning, he didn’t want food: he wanted the Whiskas “kitty milk” we’ve been buying for Beemer. In fact, all of them like it. I wonder what they’re putting in that stuff. Something habit-forming, it seems like. Just what we need: addicted cats…

Meanwhile, the archives are still screwed up. I could’ve sworn I e-mailed the Blogger folks about this nearly a month ago…haven’t heard a word. Better try it again.

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