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I'm working away on the next book and it's going annoyingly well. I've worked for 21 days straight and haven't had a day without at least some words. Apparently group accountability works for me; I won't allow myself to go to bed without going into the spreadsheet and noting how many words I've written that day.
We had a few days of 80+ degree weather, which the garden loved. And then the rains came. Three straight days, and last Friday, we had something between a monsoon and a biblical flood - almost 3" of rain in under a half hour.
You can see from the photo below that the drains just couldn't handle the onslaught. It's not that anything is clogged, just that they aren't cut out to get all the water at one time. As soon as the rain stopped, it all disappeared.
But now we're back to having mid-50s, early spring weather, and the plants don't know whether to grow or to ask for blankets so they can huddle up like I am.
Yesterday, since it was dry, I walked to work through our local park and encountered this little guy. Mama ran into the burrow but he just stayed in the grass and gave me remarkably judgmental side-eye. I talked to him and took his picture and eventually had to leave him - or explain that I was late because I was standing in the park like an idiot, talking to woodland creatures.
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