Saturday sats.

Thought I had an abscessed tooth.  Uh, oh -- there go the Christmas profits.  Drowned it in salt water for a few days, and it went away.  Just a cut gum I think.

By the way, if they increase the Medicare age to 67 in 2014, guess who get's caught? I suspect those last two years of premiums would be astronomical.   Linda would just make it under the wire.

Have we turned socialist yet?

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This rejection hit me harder than I expected.  I'm going to need to factor in this reaction in making further plans.

As lame as it sounds, I figure it will be good for me in the long run.

It was a practice run, a reality test.  Which probably needed to happen.

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I've come up with some plot twists for Freedy Filkins, but it's not flowing quite as easy.  I was going to try to push on through this week, but I'm not going to do that unless it comes extraordinarily easy.

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Leave those Wolverines alone!

Read the article, and they aren't actually trapping them, only taking pictures of them.   Cool.  I've been a big wolverine fan since I saw a nature documentary on them a year or so ago.  I like solitary creatures.

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Linda loaded me up with goodies before she left for her writing trip.  She got a tray of cupcakes that I swear are radioactive.  Aquamarine in color, I think they glow in the dark.  I finally took them to the laundry nook outside my office because they were way too distracting.

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Linda says that the Ponderosa Lodge people in Sisters are treating her like a "writer-in-residence" which is slightly embarrassing.

People like writers -- or the idea of writers -- or something.