And winter is finally upon us ...

It hasn't snowed yet (well not really) and it's not that cold, but the bugs are moving inside.

I woke up this morning with two vicious bites, one on my right leg and the other on my left earlobe. The one on my leg is about the size of a quarter and the one on my ear is smaller but feels like there's something hard just under the skin. It itches and burns like crazy and I can't get away with scratching ...

You know, I unually have two cats in bed with me at night. You would think that one of them would have dealt with the little pest. Or at the very least I would think that Logan would have woken me when he saw it -- he trills and stacattos when he hunts.

NaNo Update

The sleepies have caught up with me and I can get anything of the story out ... I tried, I really did, but all I saw was a blank computer screen and my notes in my pretty breast-cancer-pink notebook (odd notion that -- breast-cancer-pink) ... anyway, I will try to skip this chapter and pull a bit of a "So then something interesting happened to the refugees" and come back to it later ... Yes, I think that's best. I will move on to another chapter, otherwise the evil plot bunnies will finally escape.

They keep whispering to me about the Ratchet/Sparkplug story (Monkeywrench) and the Nightbeat vs. Cthulu story (from Wayward's much overdue horror challenge -- from last year). And they keep reminding me that I abandonned poor Raphael and Donatello in the Evil Mansion of Doom (tm) and my Transformers boys in the Arena ready room.

Yes, moving on might be best. I only need another thousand some-odd owrds today to not be behind. So, off I go.

And off I go .... No, really, I'm going now ... Right. Now .........