I already checked in.

heh. I will, for you, Susan, post a mouse update. No mice since the second one was trapped and set free.

Tom was very pleased with his mouse catching abilities. I was impressed. Those suckers are fast. I rewarded him with homemade hot chocolate from scratch.

We are taking a short break from watching our Simpsons Season 5 DVDs. It's snowing. Tom told me he thought I spent too much time on the internet. Uh, that's about it. Wish I had more entertaining stories to tell.

If I do, though, I'll be back on! I can come and relay amusing Simpsons quotes if you wish!

ION, I sure wish all the snowed-in Easterners would come here and post, or update their blogs, or generally make the internet buzzier than it normally is on Saturday night. Because the quiet is seriously interfering with my procrastination.

Hi Susan!

Ate dinner. Finished final photo-taking for website. Watched all my pronouns get buried in a snow drift.

Homemade hot chocolate sounds like a worthy reward for mousing.

I'm thinking of entering a writing contest with a mid-Feb. deadline because the scoresheet looks like it would provide useful feedback and it's a historical-only contest, where I'd be judged only against other Georgian, Regency, and Victorian romances--there's different categories for medieval, American, time travel/paranormal, etc. (I'm already semi-committed to entering a Regency-only contest in April.) The thing is, I'd basically be entering my first draft with the goal of getting some anonymous feedback, and to make that part of me that wants to have something out there at all times shut up.

Which will work, and probably even be a good use of the modest entry fee, if I can just persuade myself to accept that I'm entering my first draft and should therefore expect average scores and (I hope) useful feedback. My ego has a way of taking over and making me expect to win everything in sight, because who could possibly outshine my brilliance?

Hi Susan! Checking in before I go to bed; I wish I could say I didn't have to go anywhere tomorrow in the blizzard, but alas, I have to work at 7 am.

I hope the rest of the Northeasterners get to stay home and relax!

ION, Annabel just gave Dylan her pacifier. Baby hilarity ensued.

{{{Jen}}} Be careful tommorrow.

There is no snowing here, but this cold front is coming in like a lion. Wind-blown branches keep whacking my roof and making me jump.

I have been teaching myself LiveJournal instead of doing something more productive.

LJ is productive! You can write poems and fic and commune with your buddies. You're doing something and it can be useful. Besides, you're not going to make me feel guilty for hugging my LJ to my chest and naming it George.

AAAAGH! I have the 1980's EBS jingle in my brain!

The jingle, as I recall (spoiler font for the wary):

"For the next sixty seconds (for the next sixty seconds) this station will conduct a test (a test!) of the Emergency (emergency!) Broadcast (broadcast!) System (system!). This Is Only A Test!" [dual tone]