We’re at Sarah’s work today: a needlework store (knitting, cross stitch, etc.). It’s very quiet today; she priced some things and we arranged some funky yarns in a creative display, and we ate lunch and chatted with her boss. Now she’s doing a cross stitch (for display in the store) and we’re talking about writing. She’s cool with sending the new proposal out, and we’ll do some brainstorming for our next book, although she’s not ready to start it yet.

I don’t feel like writing just yet. I’m tired… Maybe I’ll work on the short story.

Well, Sheila threw us out early because there was no business, so we came home and collected Fiona and went to the used bookstore. I found a few things on my list, as well as, much to my amazement, book four of The Fey series, which is the one that went out of print really quickly and is very hard to find. (I bought a full set off ebay.) I can probably get a nice price for it on ebay, in fact…

Sarah made pasta for supper, and we all watched a little TV, but we got tired really early. We watched some videos (“21st Century Live” and “Return to Paradise”) but were in bed by 11:30 or so. Highly unusual for us. I hate to think we’re getting old…