This week... Well, it was HOT. And I was a toad. Okay, I wasn't entirely a toad all week.
I wrote Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday for 3182 words. Then I lost track of where I was going next and turned back into a toad. I'll try to get untoaded today.
Marketing was done. Rumor Has It was free and I moved 57 copies - 40 of which went on Friday. Not sure why the spike that day, but there it is. Also, someone read Unequal this week and someone else is working on Dying Embers, so I am seeing some fundage for this month. Not sure which book will be up for free this week. Stay tuned.
Reading occurred. I didn't bother doing a post yesterday because TOAD. We'll see what I can accomplish next Saturday.
No baking because HOT.
No activity because HOT. Weight: 172.0
I'm still watering my deck garden. My first tomato got picked. We had it sliced up on hamburgers and it was yummy. My second tomato got some kind of funk and turned gray from the bottom. (It's not touching anything, so not sure what the hell happened there.) In happier news, I have a third tomato. It's tiny yet, but it's there. And one of the tomato plants is still flowering, so there's hope for more. Something ate all the leaves off one of my dogwood trees. I think it was a grasshopper, because a discarded grasshopper exoskeleton is laying in the pot. Did I ever mention how much I hate grasshoppers? Filthy little bastards. The rest of the trees are doing okay. So are the green peppers, but those will never make it to big enough for fruit before the end of the growing season. :shrug: They were an experiment anyway, so no big loss.
The fawns are growing. Sissy's fawn is a pretty big little guy. (Assuming buck fawn because it's big, but I haven't seen nubs yet, so not sure.) The twins are thriving. Life is good. Hubs is making sure they have fresh water once, if not twice, a day.
In family news, one of my extended family was attacked by a pitbull. He was out running - he does marathons, so he was training - minding his own business, and some numbnuts was walking his pit without a leash. He saw the dog and gave it a wide berth. It didn't matter. The pit went after him anyway, ruinating his left hand and then, after the owner and the guy got the dog off, it came back for more and attached to his right arm. He's had surgery to repair the damage, so now it's a waiting game to see how much function he'll regain. I'm pissed, to say the least. Poor dude can't work now and who knows when he'll be able to work again. He's freakin' IT, so all his work is hands. And he's the nicest guy ever.
Okay, I think that's all the excitement I can take for one day. Have a great day, wherever you are. (And if you're walking/running, watch out for dogs with stupid owners.)