Yesterday, Brother Tantor opined that three St. Christopher's medallions wouldn't be enough for the number of bicycles I have. Leaving aside the question of how many bikes is appropriate (an easy question to answer algebraically, by the way: when x is the appropriate number and b is the number of bikes you have now, then x=b+1), the question of how many are actually on site here on North Upper is addressed in passing in a front page article in today's Lexington Herald-Leader. Watch for a hilarious uncredited cameo (in print) by your favorite BondGirl. (Um, don't read the comments to that article if you want to retain your belief in the basic goodness of humankind.)
Writing stuff. Well, I've folded elements of the two different novels I've been working on and off over the last couple of years into one. As of now, it features no bicycles. I do however, find myself needing to know what rhinos smell like up close. Anybody got anything on that?
Nothing much in short fiction news, though I do have to come up with a new story soon to take to Turkey City next month.
I spent the morning playing host to a guy that came by to do an energy audit on the house. I remember when my mom used to perform these as a home economist for the local utility company offices back home, back when the utility company had local offices in small towns. I even went with her to do one, I think, on Hurt Street in Columbia.
These days they're subcontracted out to Honeywell by the utility company (same one my mom worked for, actually, though as the Honeywell guy darkly alluded to, it's now "owned by Germans.") Fifteen bucks, but we got a bunch of free CF light bulbs and some shower heads and stuff. They'll send a report about what needs extra weather stripping and so on. You should check and see if your utility company offers that service.
Since that guy was in and out of the house all morning, the dogs had to spend a few hours outside. Spending a few hours outside makes Puck very tired, and he has to use his hedgehog stuffed toy as a pillow.
