During a long absence, perhaps raising a nest of babies in some other part of the neighborhood, I've been hearing the Carolina wren calling.  (Maybe more than one.)  For such a tiny bird it has a very loud voice!  Unfortunately it's been too hot for me to sit outside or track it down.

Tour de France was, dare I say it?  Dull today.  You know it's a dull day when everyone gets excited over a sprint for 12th place.  Tomorrow is another flat stage.  Either there will be a successful breakaway and another young unknown will win the stage, or the sprinters will duke it out.  (I kind of like it when the young guys win a stage, like today).  But just when I'm sure the day will be slow, something wild happens, so I don't dare not watch.

I finished a big, tedious part of my rewriting today, analyzing the manucript page by page, plot point by plot point, to see if I have enough of everything.  This is a new thing for me so still feeling my way through it but I think it's going to allow me to really see the weaknesses and fix them.  It's already been enlightening.  Tomorrow I will begin really, really rewriting.  I know I've been promising this for weeks, but for real this time.

I made turkey bacon in the George Foreman grill today.  It worked pretty well.

Thanks for visiting,

Kara