A retraction...of sorts.

In re-reading my post from last night I can tell that I was a tad on edge. I regret the ferocity of my anger.  In my defense, I had just watched Supernatural, and the loss of Kevin apparently affected me more than I expected. I didn't even know I liked that character so much until they brutally killed him off. I think I now know what the Walking Dead fans go on and on about after each episode. And, perhaps, I understand the feelings my readers expressed after book three (no spoilers...but something awful happens).

So, to perhaps turn the tide of negativity, I'd like to post this photo. It is full of fun colors and happy people.

My husband and son photo-bombing my selfie.

Now that you're smiling, I have to admit that I will likely watch NCIS again, because I do like Gibbs. He's ruggedly handsome and grumpy. It is a strangely wonderful combination.

I spent some time today parked outside of a produce market. It was terribly frightening. I saw a large woman carrying two poodles under her arms. The dog's heads were positioned against her body in such as way as to make me think that a certain part of her generous anatomy had eyes and tongues. I am scarred for life. I also spied an elderly couple wearing matching iridescent, padded, snow jackets. They were gunmetal grey. This is Southern California. It was sixty-eight degrees. I think the woman was sweating. Also, they were each holding several shaved coconuts. I spent the next five minutes wondering what the coconuts were for. WHAT WERE THEY FOR?

And if you think I'm exaggerating, I dare you to sit outside the produce market and not come away with bleeding eyeballs.