I usually take weekends off from writing, which still makes me feel vaguely guilty.  Like, if I really want to meet my goals, I should be obsessive and write during every free minute and never relax, yada yada yada.  It's ridiculous.  Having a life out of balance seldom works, except in the very short term.

We went to breakfast at Norma's, then walked to Bishop Arts to see the Urban Bazaar craft fair.  (Remember, if you want to read my craft blog, visit http://memo-pause.blogspot.com.)  It got kind of hot and muggy today, then thunder (but no rain, lucky for the crafters!).  And if you want to read my Harlequin American Authors blog, it's at http://harauthors.blogspot.com.  Sunday May 11 is my day to blog.

But here was the most bizarre part of my day.  When we were sitting outside on the deck having lunch, a big ol' raccoon strolled into our back yard.  I kept staring, thinking, No, that HAS to be a cat!  But it really was a raccoon.  He froze when he saw us, then Rob shouted at it and it retreated to behind the shed.  I don't object to raccoons per se (although my neighbor Graciela HATES them because they get into her screened porch and eat the bird seed and cat food, and they ate all her koi fish).  But when I see them tootling around in the daytime, well, that makes me nervous.  I read somewhere recently that raccoons have adapted so well to city life that we actually have a much higher concentration of them in the city than in uninhabited areas.  He's only the second one I've seen since I moved here ten years ago.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

Kara