It's raining again. Third day in a row. I'm in heaven. I feel great. My feet stay dry because I, unlike the effete sun-worshippers around here, have sensible rainboots. I'm prepared for all weather conditions: snow, rain, high desert, malarial swamps, and all the growing regions in between. I splash happily through puddles, humming to myself, and clomp into work with a smile. Everyone there looks miffed. Silly sun-worshippers.
No slacking off around the office today. American Airlines pilots pulled a sick-out to show solidarity with the recently acquired Reno Air pilots whom American is apparently not paying very well. Since it wasn't an actual strike, no one at the airlines would admit flights were being cancelled for lack of staff, and all day we attempted to psychically discern what American was thinking. Going tonight? Fuggedaboudit. Going tomorrow morning? Do call before leaving for the airport. Going tomorrow night? Maybe yes, maybe no. American's not telling, so bring a good book. Bring several.
Lots of email this evening from romance readers, and a few writers. I'm exchanging lists of good authors with all kinds of people. Validation! My favorite comment is from romance author Barbara Bretton who said, "Jayne Ann Krentz once wrote that the most courageous thing a woman can do is to be seen reading a romance novel on an airplane. I respectfully disagree. I think that the most courageous thing a woman can do is to admit she wrote the book in question."
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