greetings from Nashville Air Purgatory...

Where I sit, having had my flight cancelled ('for weather' they say,but I suspect fuel expediency). I would be less annoyed except that I had paid a surcharge to get switched from the later flight to the earlier flight, only to end up back on the later flight (and I will be getting that surcharge back, youbetcha). Also, because nobody at check-in mentioned to anyone that the flight was canceled -- we discovered it when we arrived at the gate. Nolove, Continental, nolove. You guys are typically better than that.

However, I have laptop and editorial notes, and the a/c is just right. So work will be accomplished, which is not a bad thing for a Monday afternoon.

In other details, last night I got unsolicited and impartial proof that, physically, I present a full ten years younger than I actually am. *snortles quietly to self* Also got the quote of the weekend handed to me during Sunday's signing: "you're real cute, but you just ain't right!" *has innocence*

Oh, and if anyone ever wondered what a writer is doing when they stare blankly off into space, this morning it was ten minutes spent trying to come up with the right version of a Latin word to be used in a sentence that will probably be cut in the second draft. Two books and Jules' brain were used in the hunting, resulting in me running across the most obvious word ever and both of us going "oh, duh!"

Your keys are always in the last place you look.