Say what?

Thursday. Cloudy, cool, and damp. Weatherbeans are calling for the damp to start falling out of the sky in a few hours. And the sun has come out during the hour I've been away to tend other matters.

So, I watched Good Omens 3 last night. I'm sorry the story had to be punished for Neil's alleged bad behavior. The lack of his vision and what he imagined for Sir Terry's vision was obvious in its absence, and what was offered was a flimsy sort of closure with a "feel good" denouement.

I thought, but have since better informed myself, that the last season had been cut from 6 episodes down to 90 minutes, which I was willing to admire the editor's skill, while mourning the lack of depth.  In fact, I learn that neither Neil nor his production company was involved in Season 3. It was created by a Whole 'Nother Group, which ... kinda shows.

I actually wanted more of Jesus; he was shaping up really well, and I adored the practicality of -- whatever it takes to bring people to you so you can teach -- stories? pizza? Three-card monte? It's all good.

This morning, I have been doing bookkeeping and poking at financial matters, which isn't upsetting in the least. I will shortly get with sorting through closet and dresser drawers, moving winter out and into the spaces where spring and summer now reside.

For those following along at home, the preorder numbers thus far reported for the ebook edition of The Fey Duology are! Amazon 149; Apple 25; BN 7; Kobo 16.

The proof of the paper edition should be with me tomorrow.

Amazon wants me to go to "groundwood paper" for my paper editions, but doesn't seem to be offering a sample, so -- no, Amazon. Thanks for thinking of me.

And that's the news.

How's your day starting out?

#

Sweet baby kitties. Who could guess that they were trying to murder each other five minutes ago?