off the face of the earth - yet. It's just summer. And it's hot. Really hot and humid - and who feels like doing anything much in that sort of weather? I've been working, reading, clearing out closets, reading a little more, getting rid of stuff I haven't used in forever, reading - and well, you get the picture. Since I finished up reading M.C. Beaton's Agatha Raisin series, I started in on Hamish MacBeth. I've read the first eight - but I'm waiting on the ninth book, which is on its way from a used bookstore somewhere in the UK. Any day now, I keep telling Aggie and Pete. In the meantime, I've been tidying and rearranging stuff. I used to be a mad furniture mover in my previous life (and home). It was much easier with wood and tile floors - not so much with carpet. And I somehow seem to have lost my former ability to move heavy objects single handedly. I am not sure when that happened. At any rate, I now content myself with rearranging stuff: the shelves, the kitchen counter, my desk. Incentive to dust the place every now and then. I was also hoping that messing around with my stuff would be good therapy for writer's block.
Not yet - but I am hoping for a breakthrough soon.