Sunday. Sunny and said to be heading for warm.

Yesterday continued off-kilter, and it's not too much to say that it actually went into a spin. Today I must and, she says determinedly, I will, write the Author's Afterword for I Dare.

First, though, I need to find breakfast and make a list so that I may dash out to the grocery. I'm almost out of cat food, and that obviously cannot be allowed to stand.

How's everybody doing?

Wednesday. Sunny, slightly breezy, warm, but not too warm. The windows in my office, the bathroom, and bedroom are all open.

My watch has been very upset with me -- I've been burning the candle at both ends to hear it tell the tale -- stressful days followed by nonrestorative sleep. It's busted me back to 8.30 hours a night, and last night I tried to oblige it, ending up with 8.10 hours of -- you guessed this already, right? -- nonrestorative sleep. It wants me to rest and recruit myself today, but since it seems to think that sitting and reading is "stressful," I'm not really sure what will make it happy.

That being the case, I've been sitting and reading the WIP. I'm taking a break right now to give the cats their late morning treats and to eat one of the cookies I bought yesterday -- apricot/pistachio. Very good.

I'll be going back to the manuscript in a bit and work until lunch, which will be -- soup and a salad.

Yesterday, as I was out and about, I heard a woman ask a clerk in one of the stores if they had any "green amethyst" jewelry. Since I thought I knew that there was no such thing as "green amethyst," I drifted over and added my plea to hers. We were presented with several sets of earrings set with a extremely pale green stones -- so pale that you had to stare at them to convince your eyes that, yes, they are green. Or maybe yellow.

The clerk having been called down-counter to answer someone else (leaving us along with (if the price tags were to be believed) a cool two grand in earrings), the woman who had first called for them confided that she had bought a "green amethyst" bracelet from this very story, but had lost it when it slipped of her wrist. She also allowed as how hers had been "bolder."

We both declined to buy; I packed up the earrings, put them back into their box, gave them to the clerk (Virgo, here; sorry), and continued my perambulations.

So, here's the thing: amethyst is quartz. Purple quartz, because of the inclusion of iron in the crystals. The thing that's being called "green amethyst" is green quartz, made green by the inclusion of chlorite in its crystals. So! Purple quartz = amethyst; green quartz = prasiolite. Not "green amethyst."

I won't add "fight me," because I'm sure someone will.

My cookie is gone. O! Woe! And also? Time to go back to work.

What's happening with you on Anything Can Happen Day?

Today's blog post title brought to you by Edna St. Vincent Millay, "First Fig"

Cat census:

What went before: So, everything except the writing corner is more or less good to go. I have one more bill to pay, and the afterword to write. Afterword may not happen today, but that's OK. I know what I want to say, and by definition, it's not a long piece.

It's in my mind to take tomorrow off, really, and go down to Rockland to the Farnsworth Museum (which for some reason, I thought was open year-round, but it closes for the season at the end of September?). This will get me (1) a ride (2) salt air (3) art (4) if I play my cards right, breakfast or lunch (or both?) out. All of those things are wins and are known Soothers of Frazzled Writers Surnamed Lee Who Reside at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.

This will mean I can sit down and start reacquainting myself with the WIP (again) on Wednesday. I do have some minor commitments, but nothing Epic, like, say, driving to Baltimore or proofing a novel, on the calendar until, oh, Albacon, where I have volunteered to be a Zoom panelist, and to do a reading.

I can feel my blood pressure dropping already.

So, that's the plan, insofar &c. Happy Hour is coming up in an hour or so, and that will be tools down for me as well.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow as can.

Tuesday: So, a nice day was had by ... me, actually. As it happens, I didn't eat out at all -- breakfasted at home so Trooper was sure to get his morning meds, and second breakfast. Then, I had half a quiche in the fridge, so I just took a piece with me for lunch, which turned out to be a GOOD idea because I found a place at a park adjacent to the public dock, which is where Steve and I usually stopped in Rockland, and ate my lunch to a new-to-me view of the harbor, in the sunshine, and I need to get better about remembering to wear a hat. But!

The Farnsworth Museum is a very nice museum spread over three buildings and some storefronts on Main Street. I wandered the museum, then Main Street, bought cookies at the Atlantic Bakery, since I am tragically out of cookies at home (I also need to make my own cookies; it's not like it's hard), and ate my lunch as reported.

Then, I went to Camden and got my passport stamped at Reny's.

It was a day of meeting old friends, the first of which -- I've been listening to the 60s station on Sirius XM, and I hate to tell you how many of those songs I know the words to. Add these to the songs at play from Classics Vinyl and Rewind, and I could probably do Great Things with my brain, if it wasn't stuffed full of song lyrics.

But, anyway -- on the way over to Rockland, I heard a song I haven't thought of for ... ever -- Neil Diamond's "Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show," which, yes, I knew all the words, OK? -- and I can't tell you how fond I used to be of the Brother's little sermon, which was produced before people stopped believing that kind of thing.

Inside the museum, met a painting of Marshall Point Light -- and yes, I did embarrass myself by saying aloud, "Marshall Point Light!" -- and then embarrassed myself again by laughing out loud -- there's a full-sized Langlais camel in the museum garden. I had just recently seen a much smaller one at the Langlais Exhibit in Waterville -- and I didn't know they came in sizes!

I also listened, and watched an illustration being painted, to the story about how Glooskap (Klooskap) invented the arrow, and Mount Kineo of the most perfect stone for arrowheads, which all the Abenaki people knew (this last part is true. It's well to question Glooskap closely on these matters.), and watched a demonstration of arrowhead napping. This was a video in the Abenaki Room, and well worth the watching.

So, anyhoots, home again, where I fed Trooper some gooshy food and myself some ice cream from home stores (Gifford's Black Raspberry Chocolate Chip). I debated going to needlework tonight, but I think I'll rest at home, by which I mean check what I've printed out of the WIP and if it is, indeed, the Most Current or if I need to print a new edition to read.

So! How was your day?

Today's blog post title from, what else? Neil Diamond, "Brother Love's Travelin' Salvation Show"

Photos on the day:  The view at lunch; camel, large and small; Marshall Point Light.  Oh, and the morning rose bush.