crack my bones and call me jones

Ugh. Facing the long hot summer here and the daily day job grind, and I really wish I could get out of Texas at some point, but between the money spent on Sula's vet bills and an upcoming special assessment of around $1400 at the lofts, is no can do. I will go visit my mom in Malibu in the first half of September, and it will still be freaking hot here, but that's so far away. And honestly, I just miss my mom and sister, and all my far away friends, so much.

I have two three day weekends in a row coming up, which is swell, but no getting out of town, no real vacation on the horizon at all. And at this time of year, everyone goes away so I have no one to do anything fun with anyway. I will just have to do fun things alone, and given the heat, I'm thinking this will be either movies or Barton Springs.

On the up side, neighbor B is slated to watch True Blood with me for the foreseeable, and it was fun to watch it with her last night (funny and awful is an awesome combination, go True Blood); plus she's fostering kittens for the next month, a long furred black bitty baby with the sweetest face, and a tiny silvery-brindley tabby who misses his momma something fierce (he cries unless you're holding him). They both slept in my lap yesterday afternoon.
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In other news, I'm getting the feeling that my second novel, which is science fiction in the same universe as The Z Radiant, just isn't going to get me an agent at this point in time. Gonna give up on that in another few tries and just work on finishing the current novel, which is fantasy (and wicked cool, if I do say so, etc.) and might be an easier sell.

sigh.