Summertime

It is freaking hot.  When it is over one hundred degrees before the sun has crested the horizon there is something wrong.  If you live in an area where it is normally hot you will not understand this.  In fact, you will mock me - "Dear Girl, you don't know hot."  Well I do know hot and I wish I didn't.  These are the days when I deliver several statements to my family that start with "I want to move to Seattle and this is why..."

I'm busy editing the next In Between.  I hope to put it out on July 4th.  As with the previous three In-Betweens there are hints for the next book's (April Undercover) mystery.  Subtle hints, but they are there.  I'm also editing my middle grade book.  I love it so much.  And then I'm also working on April Undercover.  Lots of writing every day.

If you haven't checked it out stop by the Weekend with Sister's blog Click Here.  We are working on coming up with a system and figuring out how the posts will work.  So you'll be getting in on the beginnings of something.

Summertime work travel means crazy weather interactions.  This week was a monsoonal thunderstorm in Chicago that hit in the early morning.  I walked through a giant puddle, soaking my work clothes, work shoes, and general good humor.  I flew to St. Paul in a tiny plane, then Denver in a bigger plane, but on both planes I watched mostly my eyelids.

In Denver, toward the end of my very long day, I found myself a seat near a window.

Strange and wonderful.

I made it home in time to hug our wonderful dog Elle.  She really was the sweetest dog.  In the early morning hours she left us.

We were very lucky to call Elle our own.  We named her Elle Woods hoping that she'd be smarter than her older sister.  She found joy in everything.  Going for walks meant lots of bounding and getting her leash wound around trees.  Her tail never stopped wagging and in the middle of the night you could tell when she was up and around by the thuds against the walls, doors, chair legs...  If you were petting one of the other dogs she wanted to be petted too, pushing the other dog out of the way.

Hard to imagine the house without her...