Sunday I was buried in my manuscript.
But even with all that, I was able to enjoy some of the beautiful weather we've been favored with. This is March, right?
On Saturday, my husband and I walked to Bob Evans for breakfast after dropping his car at Goodyear (his battery died and the car was due for an oil change). During our 1.2 mile walk, I felt like I was back in
. Beautiful blue sky, dry air (no hint of humidity), and 70 degrees. Santa Barbara
On Sunday, it was warmer. We drove to dinner with the top down on his car.
I know this warm weather won't last. It's March in
, it's not meant to. But I'll certainly enjoy as much of it as I can. Ohio
Oh – and my taxes? Filed. Took me until nearly midnight on Saturday, but I got federal, state, and local completed. Now I can relax and look forward to the Romantic Times convention without fear. And maybe finish editing SARAH'S TURN by Easter. That's my goal – it's been set.