The cat, meanwhile, cannot be bothered with trivial things like storms.
Day 2 of Shredding - it is NO fun to do jumping jacks and butt kicks and squats ten minutes after you roll out of bed. No fun at all. Miserable, in fact.
28 more days to go.
I also got a personal rejection of Braeberry Street from Asimov's yesterday. Personal. The editor liked it; it just wasn't right for them, which I had a feeling it wouldn't be. Now I just need to find something else that is - which I'm hoping is Deadbells, although that story is just so complicated, and long that it's taking more time than I wish it would. Will I learn patience eventually? Who knows.