The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

I was woken up at 3am by a nudge from the dog. He'd been a bit off colour and hadn't touched his dinner. I went to let him out, but before he got outside, he threw up a lamb knuckle bone from the leg I butterflied a couple of days ago.

He was much better after that...
Eew. :sick:
 
It was cloudy overnight so it didn't go below 0F but it is still cold. The issue with my email wasn't as bad as I first thought because for some reason, I can still access my old email on my phone, but not on any other computer I've tried. I set it up on my phone to forward any new emails to my new email and I can still access my old emails so I can forward any that I need to my new email. I don;t know how long before they realize that mobile devices can still access the old email server but I'm not freaked out about it anymore.

There's fresh coffee brewing and the teapot is hot for those who want a cuppa. There are snacks on the counter and I noticed that the donuts were hit hard yesterday so more people have fallen off their diets. There's still meat sticks and carrots for those who have stuck to it so far ...

I'll be over in the corner working on my story now that I don;t have to scramble to change my email address for everything right now. I'm getting ready to start the third scene and we'll see how it goes ...
 
I was woken up at 3am by a nudge from the dog. He'd been a bit off colour and hadn't touched his dinner. I went to let him out, but before he got outside, he threw up a lamb knuckle bone from the leg I butterflied a couple of days ago.

He was much better after that...
Glad the pooch was better. Stresses me out when our dog gets sick, just tell me what's wrong! Learn to talk! Anyway, hope the pooch continues to do well.
 
My cat ate my work! No, actual, she walked over the keyboard in my absence and added a few hundred characters to my work. That's okay, I highlighted and hit delete and got back to work. Now, I'm looking for cup-a-coffee. So glad that school was going again by Wednesday. Oh, that isn't very motherly of me!
 
My cat ate my work! No, actual, she walked over the keyboard in my absence and added a few hundred characters to my work. That's okay, I highlighted and hit delete and got back to work. Now, I'm looking for cup-a-coffee. So glad that school was going again by Wednesday. Oh, that isn't very motherly of me!
I'll be glad when school starts up again.
 
My cat ate my work! No, actual, she walked over the keyboard in my absence and added a few hundred characters to my work. That's okay, I highlighted and hit delete and got back to work. Now, I'm looking for cup-a-coffee. So glad that school was going again by Wednesday. Oh, that isn't very motherly of me!
Careful, kitty might’ve made other edits further up. Its talent shall not be restrained!

Seriously though, in these cases just hit Undo (Ctrl/Cmd+Z) until the text looks familiar again.
 
She hasn't worked out the spacebar yet. When she does, I'm in deep doo-doo.
Careful, kitty might’ve made other edits further up. Its talent shall not be restrained!

Seriously though, in these cases just hit Undo (Ctrl/Cmd+Z) until the text looks familiar again.
 
My cat ate my work! No, actual, she walked over the keyboard in my absence and added a few hundred characters to my work. That's okay, I highlighted and hit delete and got back to work. Now, I'm looking for cup-a-coffee. So glad that school was going again by Wednesday. Oh, that isn't very motherly of me!
When my cat walks on my keyboard, I'm always scared it'll be better than anything I've written that day.
 
Another really cold morning and cloudy, so no sunshine to at least fool you into thinking it's warm outside. My phone rebooted overnight and I lost my connection to my old e-mail. Luckily, the auto-forward I set is still working so while I lost the ability to access old e-mails, I'm still getting new ones sent to the old address so I can go and update the e-mail for whatever site the e-mail was from.

For now, I've got a fresh pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are various snacks on the counter but I've run out of carrots for the plot bunnies. Maybe I'll kick a few of them down into the basement to feed the dragon. The dragon is looking peaked since H_P hasn't been around for nearly ten months now. I'm worried we will be adding his name to the list of former patrons of this establishment ...

I'll be over in the corner hopefully putting words on paper. I didn't get anything written yesterday so I hope I will be able to get something written today.
 
I've developed a pattern of writing posts and then failing to press the "Post reply" button. Last night I wrote a brilliant essay on making smashburgers and coleslaw, and I found it this morning, unsent. It wasn't current, so I deleted and shall carry on.
 
Bright but cloudy day here. Windy enough that all the telephone wires are bouncing up and down. There used to be a wonderful tree in front of my window, which also sheltered the wires, but the council cut it down in the middle of Covid - it was rotten in the trunk.

Quiet day required here. So far I've drunk a cup of tea and eaten some fruit I had by my bed. Anything more ambitious than watching telly isn't gonna happen.
 
Another really cold morning and cloudy, so no sunshine to at least fool you into thinking it's warm outside. My phone rebooted overnight and I lost my connection to my old e-mail. Luckily, the auto-forward I set is still working so while I lost the ability to access old e-mails, I'm still getting new ones sent to the old address so I can go and update the e-mail for whatever site the e-mail was from.

For now, I've got a fresh pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are various snacks on the counter but I've run out of carrots for the plot bunnies. Maybe I'll kick a few of them down into the basement to feed the dragon. The dragon is looking peaked since H_P hasn't been around for nearly ten months now. I'm worried we will be adding his name to the list of former patrons of this establishment ...

I'll be over in the corner hopefully putting words on paper. I didn't get anything written yesterday so I hope I will be able to get something written today.
I'm not writing again, after that two day spurt. Don't ask me why not. I think its the depression again.
 
I've developed a pattern of writing posts and then failing to press the "Post reply" button. Last night I wrote a brilliant essay on making smashburgers and coleslaw, and I found it this morning, unsent. It wasn't current, so I deleted and shall carry on.
coincidentally, I'm having the same problem. Also happening with replies to texts.
Anybody got a good solution? Othwer than whiskey (which is a solution in the liquid sense, but still not sure I can tolerate post chemo. Last time I tried it, just got a bitter burning sensation in my mouth0.
 
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Oatmeal this morning. C puts all sorts of stuff in hers like chocolate chips and dried cherries, just a dusting of light brown sugar for me. And milk of course.

Oatmeal is the one and only people food we allow our dog. When C gets out the pot and other prep supplies, he is off the sofa like a shot, spending the entire time staring at "the gray pot" (it's either blue or red) during prep and our meal as we give it time to cool. C adds a little bit of cold water to make a slurry out of the leftovers, and he does his full "prayer" routine before diving into his bowl. It's adorable.

I have a story in the works, currently about 5500 words, about a middle-age couple rediscovering their fire after the kids went off to college. They mutually, and lovingly, agreed to completely shift gears into an open marriage while they still had the energy and the youthful bodies they worked at so hard to keep. At the moment is a fraught-filled scene with a couple they've known for years who dabbled in "lifestyle", but not with our MC's, who have been vanilla since marriage. One re-pairing in the swap setup is going quite well, the other, not so much.

It'll probably top-out at 10-12K words, and I'm figuring on posting it on "the other site" which has no readership to speak of, just a handful of author refugees from LitE. Not here until Manu fixes that damned text centering problem.
 
Wrote from five this morning. First break. The kid and the wife are at my folks' house. I didn't want to expose Mum and Dad to my cold in the nose. I'm about to have an Irish Cream with real Irish....
 
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