Heigh Ho

 I've been writing up a storm on the sequel to Esprit de Corpse, already 7 chapters in of a planned 20. I should say target goal of twenty -- I never plan anything. But I'm averaging 3000 words a day on it, so if I keep this up, I'll be done in a month or two.

Still no feedback from any of the agents I've queried.

Mitch McConnell, the slimeball, has announced he'll endorse 45 for candidacy for 2024--this after denouncing him as being singularly responsible for the insurrection of Jan. 6 and the deaths and injuries incurred by the Capitol police. There are actually still Republican governors, senators, and representatives who believe Biden somehow stole the election with fraudulent votes, even though their own positions were voted in on the same ballots. I cannot believe how stupid people are. Marjorie Taylor Greene, sui-disant-Christian lizard, says, "Follow the science. There are only two genders." Science says that's not true. Rand Paul, the moron, told Levine, a transgender at the head of HHS, transgender surgery is the same as genital mutilation, which the UN has denounced as a crime against humanity. And today, at the CPAC, the GOP rolled a gold statue of 45 through the halls, dressed in flag boxers and boxing gloves. I simply cannot tolerate stupidity and ignorance.

Lindsay tells us that Leighton will be seeing a speech pathologist to discover why Leighton doesn't use words yet. He's 18 months old. Winnie used to say that Jack didn't start talking until he was 3. He just pointed and his brothers fetched for him. There's no doubt the kid is brilliant. So we'll see.

We finally got the broken kitchen faucet fixed, and I'm unhappy. Once again, Jack didn't bother to check with me for details; and while it's a top-of-the-line Kohler, it's also a polished chrome finish that doesn't match anything in my brushed nickel kitchen. I'll just have to let it get dirty, I guess.

Two days ago, the temperatures climbed to near 60, so I called for a happy hour. We got to see all the immediate neighbors and spent an hour chatting, watching a nearly full moon rise, let the kids splash in the puddles of melted snow, and caught up on the news. It was a fabulous experience to talk to people again!

I had bloodwork done yesterday, and my blood sugar came back at 163. I simply can't see how it can be so out of control considering I'm on this sugar-free diet. I get a liver scan next week; maybe that will reveal something. Maybe they'll figure out why I can't lose any more weight.

Meanwhile, I also got an appointment for my right hand, middle finger. Last year in Jamaica, I caught my first two fingers in a folding chair, and while they sort of bent, the x-rays showed no breaks or damage. Now, a year later, I've lost all strength and flexibility in the middle finger, and it hurts like blazes.

Might be nice to know why my fingernails are falling apart too! I'll ask Donna.

Presidents Day

I got the test, and it came back negative, but I was sick for ten days with fever and hives. Still, all better now, as they say. 

Meanwhile, I saw the pulmonologist and he prescribed me Lunesta so I could get some sleep. I've used it for 3 nights now, and I don't see any improvement. 

The 💩's impeachment trial went as predicted. Moscow Mitch led the Republican Senators to vote not guilty and he got off. Afterwards, he then got up and said 45 was guilty as hell. Nice to have it both ways, eh? Still, they can now start criminal proceedings against him.

I  made the most incredible Valentine dinner of a butterflied lamb leg, with garlic, olive oil, and rosemary past. Incredibly too I got totally blitzed on just a bottle of wine. I used to drink two or three on my own in the days before cancer! Serves me right, but it was a rosé d'Anjou, and it was AMAZEBALLS!

Today, Jack and I got our Fauci Ouchie #1. What a maze to get through to the whole thing. Park here, walk a half-mile over there, to walk another quarter mile through there, then down that way, through here, and all the back out again. But it's done, and we go back for #2 the first of March. 

We had a wonderful visit with Jesse, Liz, and Eliana last week. We danced, played with blocks, water-pad painted, and sang songs together. She's growing so fast!

Meanwhile, Leighton rarely crawls now, and he has such a mechanical mind he's figured out how to manipulate his toys and pieces of furniture to get into all kinds of naughtiness! He's just adorable.

I sent off to a Donald Maass agent; have to wait 4-6 weeks. Meanwhile, I'm doing tons of research for the next book, Femmes Fatales, about a vampire that Dumas or Hugo wrote about (I forget which, I think Dumas--Oh, how I love cancer brain when I can't remember things on the spur of the moment) as well as assassination attempts on the king when he visits Bellesfées.

Poor Moonlight's hips no long work. She hasn't been able to stand up by herself at all today. Jack refuses to consider putting her to sleep, even though she is clearly in pain. I remind him how painful my arthritis is and that he's putting her through worse. He just can't face it. 

Isn't she a cutie?