Not Much

Y'know, I've pretty much got nothin' going on. The writing is...well, it is what it is. The weather is still cold & kinda gross - got a little snow over the past few days, but not enough to get excited about. Basically it's just cold and wet. A load of firewood arrived just in time for it to get good and drenched. Makes starting up the wood stove a little more challenging than I'd like, but it's too cold not to have it going. So, much cursing as I haul in sopping wood and try to get the damn fire going. Not to mention the bits of bark and the muddy doggie footprints all over the carpet. Grumble, grumble.

On the good news front, one of my musical heroes (heroines?!) is coming to Tucson in March. I love Lucinda Williams and I'm thinking tickets to the show would make an excellent birthday present. I'm getting the impression my hubby thinks so, too, as he was the one who texted me to let me know about the concert. It's still a way off, but Tucson in early March with Lucinda may just be what the winter blah specialist ordered. Her music is a mix of country, blues, rock, but all mixed up to make a sound that's just Lucinda. I'm just so excited she's coming to AZ - especially since I missed her show in Flagstaff last April.

Still working on Sandra Ruttan's Suspicious Circumstances, just started Bruen's The Killing of the Tinkers, and then it's on to Richard Lewis' The Killing Sea. Or that's the current plan. Who knows? I've been so wishy-washy, blah, etc., etc., that I may end up watching lots of dumb movies instead. Or not.