I'm one of those curious creatures who really enjoys a sudden cold spell in summer. (Or in very late spring, as the case may be). However, that said, it is so cold in here today that I can barely type!! And I refuse to turn on the heat when I know that by midday, it will be back up to around 70 degrees outside. (Not to mention that the lovely folks over at the get-gouged-while-you-heat-your-home-all-winter utilities company sent me a lively little note the other day: pay your heating bill in full already or you're terminated... yes, I am still paying for the heat I used this past winter. I simply refused to give them all my money; they so pissed me off with those enormous bills! And I certainly didn't elect Bush (well, nobody did, actually; he stole the election) and so I had no say whatsoever in that waging war on Iraq business that has helped bring us to this "oil crisis". And as you may recall, I had kidney problems this winter and I  was just so not up for it being freezing in here when I was worrying about my kidneys & having beloved little cats dying, etc. But alas, I am also one of those curious creatures who likes to bathe in hot water, so I guess I'll give them their money. Today, probably.) (They're bringing out their tooty-horns and party hats over there, even as I type this!)

Anyway.

Yes, it's cold here this morning! Yes, I still have a couple hundred more pages of revisions to tackle and send back to my agent, posthaste. So there is simply no time to waste over immovable icy fingers; typing is simply on my agenda today, regardless.

Then this evening, mom and I are going to some sort of cocktail party/private jazz concert over at the newly renovated Lincoln Theater. I cannot wait! It is going to be so cool! (As we all know by now, I rarely get a chance to do anything anymore; all I ever do is write. So it'll be great to be out in public for a change. The flip side of that, of course, is that I've spent so much time in cerebral-land that having "normal" conversations with living/breathing people now gets complicated.) (What is that thing deep-sea divers have to do before coming straight up to the surface? My vocabulary is frozen this morning, too, apparently. Anyway, whatever that's called, that's what my brain would benefit from this evening before diving into "going public," but it's not gonna happen, gang!)

Okay!! On that note, gotta scoot! (And, hey!! Where's my issue of the new Vanity Fair already? Although I saw the cover online somewhere already and, for the record, I detest that photo!! Awful! Whose brilliant choice was that??? The most photogenic man in the known history of the world and that is what they came up with? Good heavens. More proof that the world beyond cerebral-land totally sucks. But, onward.) Have a great day, gang, wherever you are! Thanks for visiting.