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In Sacramento one December we had 30 days of no sun. The low was 38 degrees; the high was 40 degrees. We could barely make out the house across the street. By noon the fog would rise to about the rooftop and by 4 p.m. it'd be down again.
While our fog here is nothing that bad, it's still dismal. I'm so ready for some blue sky and the snow crocuses to break through.
Second Meandering ...
Have any of you read this post about there only being 40 self-published authors who are successful?
I've got a headache right now (I blame the air pressure), and it irritates me no end when people make what I consider to be outrageous claims.
First off, define success. I can almost guarantee you that my definition won't necessarily be the same as Alex Cavanaugh's or Pat Hatt's or Dezzie over at Hollywood Spy or any of you.
The thing that bother's me is that there are probably struggling artists who could read an article like that and give up their dreams. But why should another person's arbitrary definition of success define it for anyone but themselves? Grrr
Yes, I'm irritated. I said I have a headache. lol
Third Meandering ...
We saw Kung Fu Panda 3 this weekend. Loved it. Loved the message.
Fourth Meandering ...
This whole downsizing thing could be the death of me. We're settling on the floor plan for the twin homes, and my sister-in-law is busy looking through window designs and stuff.
Um.
I hate that kind of stuff. Just give me some simple choices, and I'm good.
It's a holiday here in the US today. Presidents Day.
Do you have the day off? Did you do anything fun this weekend?
