Winter in the Pacific Northwest is pretty much like fall here, except about fifteen degrees colder. And the rain is touch heavier.
And this morning I had to deal with actual snow while getting wood for the fire.
And this cold nasty weather *might* be why I’m not writing. It also might be because I’m stressing over the holidays, and well… life in general.
On the plus side, I have a Chelsea story today.
And you’ll have until noon (PST) to join the mailing list and so you can have it too.
As for me, there’s a fire to stoke, stories to edit, and a sick husband to coddle.
