After all the smoke alarms went off and I was choking, I moved to the porch to watch smoke flow out of the house while the cycle burned all the gunk off my grill. *cough*
But now it's clean.
And I finished reading Stephen King's new novel, Doctor Sleep. OMG, I loved this book. I haven't liked a King novel this much in AGES (I was pretty much put off King after the disappointments that were Pet Semetery and </i>Christine</i>, although I did like The Green Mile) -- thrilling, intriguing, full of GREAT characters I cared about AND a terrific conclusion and wrap-up. I love an author who's not afraid to CONCLUDE a book. I'm very happy.
I can even live with this result:
You are Chekov
|Brash, rash and hasty,
but everyone loves you.
Click here to take the Star Trek Personality Test
I suppose I must go looking for the nuclear wessals now.
I was off a week and wore purple LAST Thursday, but tomorrow is GLAAD's "Spirit Day." I'll have to see if I have anything else purple in my wardrobe (I don't have much).
Today I was told I do too much production and need to focus more on supervising the floor. Wow, actual permission to stand around doing nothing! :)
But because I was captured by a book I didn't finish my writing critiques, so I'll have to work on those tomorrow...