“Ladies!” Typist called. “Step it up. We’ve got to leave for the clinic in 15 minutes.” Cal, Tal, and Nia shot glances around the table. “Is she getting a little bossy?” Thalia whispered. “Maybe a little,” Cal whispered back. “Remember… I can hear you? You don’t have to whisper.” said Typist. “And… You’re right. I’ll try again. We’re short on time… Can we please stop checking our social media and write today’s love letter?” Paintest, again quite pleased with how today’s picture came out, smiled sweetly at her friends.
Cal took the words right outta my mouth! On first sight I immediately summoned “In The Arms Of An Angel.” Then with a zoom I think I saw the Muses’ colors at the ends of the “arms.” Of course that’s not to say they aren’t angels…
So Hurrah for your successful trip to the port. 😊 It sounds like you have a busy day ahead, so I know you’ll breeze through it with flying colors! All best!
Another morning behind you. Just keep wracking up those successes, Gail. :) I hope the muses help you stay organized--it's like a crash course in cancer care. (Say that three times fast, lol!)
I’m a procrastireader — I’ll get to my list once I finish this book. 😁
[Done with the grammar lessons, now moving into quips from catalog t-shirts.]
>>we got a butter burger, fries, and a chocolate malt on the way home
How to say "I live in Wisconsin" without saying you live in Wisconsin. (Okay, probably upper Midwest.)
You indeed filled the KDP out properly. Estimated arrival is 2-3 days from today.
Good news on the liver is indeed good news!
The Instagram from Ukraine librarians illustrates the same courage and wry humor I read from the people I follow on Twitter. Reporters. Teachers. Politicians. Nurses. Mothers. Even their president. Today I made a modest contribution to Ukraine’s Defense Department. After vetting the details with my credit card issuer, the transaction took seconds. If I could set up a “Go Fund Me” page for a dozen first rate jet fighters and proper armaments, I’d be so grateful to bring that to fruition. A common thought I see often is like that of the librarian. One today calmly stated that “when this is over I would like to travel around the world to meet the people who have offered their kindness and support. Perhaps sit and sip coffee and chat.” “If” is not interchanged with “when.”
School children in Russia are demonstrating against the war (and being jailed). A picture from Ukraine showed women feeding a young Russian soldier (who was lost and not sure why he had been sent there). She let him video chat with his mother using her phone. Great demonstrations of human kindness framed within terrible cruelty. The Universe is always friendly. Sometimes the proportion to unfriendliness is hard to grasp.