On writing in the wee morning...

Some mornings, this getting up early to write thing works better than others. This morning? The giant dog ate my yogurt while I was trying to convince Guppy that it was still early and she could pretend to go back to sleep... (which has not worked in the slightest)

Thursdaily: It's been a facepalmy, domestic kind of day.

My old laptop has crashed three times today, the first just as I was using it to put together graphics for an Etsy sale. I was JUST wondering if maybe I had jumped the gun in getting my new laptop when this happened. Nope. And now I must stop procrastinating about moving my files so I can get more work done on this one. I was just dreading setting up the new file structure. I don't want to just plop everything on here, I want to improve the organization while I'm at it. I just quail at thinking how much work that will be. *sighs*

So, I've been cooking and freezing shredded zucchini and keeping the fire going and washing laundry. I did barely get my 500 words minimum on my not-a-book, but not much more.

Have a photo from this weekend. It is much, much yellower now that we've had a few frosts.