Meow

Good morning, all!

I am cheery, though the sun hasn't popped out yet today, so it's still 32. I know it WILL come out, and then we'll be sunny and happy and mid-50s again. I'm wearing a tank top in anticipation.

Other reasons to be optimistic:

--Child is being SO good lately, she's a delight to be around. Woo-hooooo.
--I accepted a very small part in a local kids' theatre production of "Sarah, Plain and Tall", just to get my toe back into acting. It should be fun, and rehearsals start tonight.
--We're going on a 5-day vacation to San Diego in...checking calendar...3 weeks. Sun and beach, aquarium and Mexican food. Aaaaahhhh.
--We bought a new tree for our yard (a whitespire birch) and are about to buy another one (spring snow crabapple). We've been meaning to do this for years.
--Last but not at all least, the writing is going well. I added more to the Isabel scene yesterday, and hope to finish it up today and then get on to revising again.

In the words of my 4-year-old daughter this morning, "Do you know what people are saying now, when something's really good? You can say it's 'the cat's meow.' Or A#1, it means the same thing."

It's the cat's meow.

Medieval Word of the Day: gleg (N and Scot again; I seem to gravitate toward these. Hmm, because TMT takes place in the north, perhaps?): Quick in perception by any of the senses; esp. quick-eyed, sharp-sighted. Chiefly with defining phrase, as gleg of the eye, of touch.