We had a power outage today. I also wrote five pages for the new novel, and six more for various other projects. There may be a connection there, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Tomorrow is Saturday, January 2nd, which means that it’s time for the 2nd Annual Northeast Blogger Winter Gathering. We’ll be at Jillian’s in Manchester this time, which is awesome, because I won’t have to leave all the personal safety devices at the ranch when I head south. I’ll be taking an extended Dadcation day: writing in the morning, lunch, maybe catching an Avatar or Sherlock Holmes matinee, joining the gang at Manchester Firing line for some pre-dinner ballistic therapy, and then heading over to Jillian’s for a few hours of socializing.
We didn’t stay up for the new year/decade. Here at the ranch, with a wife who goes to work at oh-dark-thirty, and two kids who think that six in the morning is a perfectly cromulent time for some Lucky Charms and Thomas & the Magic Railroad cranked to eleven, getting up at five thirty is “sleeping in”, and going to bed at ten in the evening is “staying up late”. So, no real-time New Year for us.
I’m looking forward to my Super Dadcation tomorrow. They’ve predicted snow, but I don’t care. I’ll hijack a town snowplow if I have to.