All over the place.

Song of the day: “Living Doll” by Cliff Richard…and the idiots from the Young Ones. Rather annoying to sing a song where a bunch of morons keep tossing in funny dialogue. Makes me remember the good ol’ days when it was a hit.

Way too little sleep this night. Yes, it happened again: I got distracted (bad Sammie, bad Sammie) last night and ended up being awake until well past four in the morning, which isn’t smart with the schedule I’m keeping these days.

So, what does today hold in store? It was hot, of course. So hot in fact that I am all clammy when I wake up and blink up at the ceiling of my cabin. The Monster Boxer is already bouncing; Knight II occasionally tries to grab the blanket and then hops on the bed to crush my legs: All in all, the usual morning routines. Hah.

The sun is pounding when I make my way down to the house, have breakfast, tackle the laundry and then settle behind the computer for another session on the Synopsis. We only have a couple of hours before we need to depart for town.

The writing/changing/editing goes well enough, I guess. We add at least six distilled sum-ups of Saving Nina’s chapters, so we’re getting there. Before I know it, the time for our departure has arrived and we need to hurry in order to get middle sister to town in time to make her dentist appointment.

While she is being treated to a filling, big brother and I head for the insurance agent to make inquiries about emergency coverage for the entire family. Though we have been without it for years, present circumstances do warrant a bit of…well insurance. We’re getting out there a lot, and what with building so much, an accident is lurking around the corner, as they say.

It takes a while, but in the end, we leave the office to return to the dentist, carrying with us, two valid options. As soon as we’ve made our decision, we’ll return to the agent for the go-ahead and she’ll put things in motion.

We return the DVDs to the rental store, and then head for a large appliance store for a sale on coffee machines. Our present one is tiny, and will only hold a couple of mugs of the brew, while the new one will hold at least four. Since we’re all, basically, running on the bitter stuff, just to wake up in the morning, quantity has won the battle.

A variety of stores get hit during the trip, the required purchases acquired so we can head back up the mountain and head for the village where Amri is waiting to be picked up. The poor dog is impatiently walking his cage when we arrive, the growth removed and his face relieved now that he knows he’s going home.

The vet on call informs me that the test results for Angie show that she has Leishmania, drat, but that Amri is fit to go home and will only need five days of antibiotics and then have his stitches removed in two weeks or so. The damage, if it can be called such, on his chest is a cut of no more than three inches, so he isn’t really bothered by it. Since they (the vets) know we always remove them ourselves, we’re in and out of the clinic under ten minutes, heading home approximately three hours after departure.

What with the heat…it really resembled full summer today…it wasn’t as pleasant a trip as it could have been, but that’s okay.

Once home, I climb into the pool again to remove the paper that helped keeping the tiny pool tiles together during the glue period, and this is a tedious and frustrating job. In the end, middle sister comes to help out, and together we finish up, cleaning the newly fastened tiles, and filling up the grooves with the white paste.

Afterwards I quickly hose down the courtyard section where big brother and I intend to settle for the evening for another round on the computer, and extend the chore a bit by watering the trees and yuccas that flank the rock wall. Pleased that the section is ready for a relaxing sit-down, I head inside for a quick dinner mom prepared.

With dinner over and done, big brother and I spend the remaining hours of the evening pouring over the synopsis, adding a few more distilled chapters and rereading the part we did this morning.

The temperatures drop slowly and though thunder has been predicted, even now the sky overhead is still showing sparkling stars. There is, however, a cluster of foggy clouds gathering across town and the valley below our mountain. I wonder whether that will bring rain or not. The plants could sure use it.

Once in my cabin, big brother and I debate grammatical issues for several hours, or course, and then end up reading a section of a book I started on an odd four years ago. Big brother is fascinated by the idea of two prodigies, who spent their early college years together, meeting up again twelve years later at totally different junctures in their life. It is a company espionage story, really, with some government secrets thrown into the mix.
We’ll see where we go once we finished “the Edit”. Hah.