I shoveled snow today. It wasn’t a lot, so I shouldn’t complain. But it was on my scheduled day off, and the roads were a mess and schools and offices and businesses were all screwed up as a result of the ice/snow. So all my plans were re-arranged, which makes me irritated. I like to stick to the schedule, people!
Read Treachery in Death last night, finishing it this morning. Liked it a lot, much better than the last In Death. Very focused on the police procedural aspect and the mystery, less focus on the personal relationships. Although they are very important to the plot, that sort of backs into the procedural piece. However. HOWEVER. If JD Robb/Nora Roberts doesn’t get the fine tooth comb treatment from her editors — a woman who makes her publisher POTS OF MONEY — then I would be shocked. But still there are stupid errors like a case being referred to at different points as the Geraldi case and the Giraldi case. At hardcover prices and with a big name author, I expect better than that from the editorial department.
The Goofy Cat keeps getting up on the kitchen table. I’ve tried putting things on the table to block her — nope, I come home and find them on the floor. I’ve removed the table cloth, thinking she liked the texture. Doesn’t matter, she’ll lay on the bare table. Whenever I see her or hear her on it, I race into the kitchen and pick her up, tapping her nose and putting her down. Nothing seems to make a difference.
My favorite khaki pants have gone missing. They aren’t in the closet or the laundry basket or at the cleaner’s. I was sure I dropped them at the cleaner’s but Su says no. It’s not like I could take them off and misplace them. They must have been sucked into an alternate universe with all the odd socks and earrings that I can’t find.
Bought a copy of Where the Wild Things Are today. I have a copy already, but for the life of me could NOT find it. (Maybe it’s with the khaki pants?) I figure now that I’ve bought another copy, my original copy will surface.