ch-ch-ch-changes

The Fictionistas are very sad to announce that Chrissy has left the building. We all love and miss her terribly. There is no replacement for someone as awesome as Chrissy and so in hopes that she will be able to return when her schedule and life settles down, we've decided to offer guest posts every other Monday. If you're interested in doing a guest blog for us, please feel free to email me at tellmel @ melissafrancis [dot] net or leave us a comment with your email address and one of us will contact you. Chrissy, we are gonna miss you, Max, and Jeeves! Be happy, healthy, and come back to us when you can!

Spring Forward

It was 62 degrees in Green Harbor this morning, and the air smelled of promises. So I woke up, got dressed quickly, and took kept one.

Tonight we are due to "spring forward," turning our clocks ahead an hour to adjust for the coming change of season. It's a few weeks off yet, that chiming of SPRING on the calendar. But the signs are about. One of them has had Max wigging out every time we drove by this week.

Yes, the Dairy Queen opened this week.

I allow Max to have DQ once in a blue moon. I once had an animal become ill and all she could manage was dairy, but having been weened off the stuff, the milk we gave her was brutal on her stomach. A very wise vet recommended we keep our critters tolerant of lactose for this reason, with occasional "light" dairy treats. So while I really don't give him people food, occasional sweetened dairy is the exception. Because of this, Max is a big fan of Dairy Queen. We can't drive by without him whimpering, snotty little nose pressed against the glass of my SUV.



What are you going to do when he begs?



You're going to give him the treat.



Because you PROMISED.

So what are the rites of spring that propel you forward? And don't forget those clocks!

ZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZzzzzz

I did nothing this week. Certainly nothing worth mentioning. I had a few projects but never finished them, though one is close. And this was stuff I normally do in an afternoon. But I had a cold and just couldn't seem to get out of bed for more than an hour at a time.

Thing is, this is rare for me. I'm one of those people who hates-- HATES-- inactivity. I may not do something others view as worthwhile, but on an average day I do a LOT. Even if it's just picking up kids, finishing some ideas, or getting the dog to the groom. Most days I run errands at least once-- usually two or three times, since I do my mom's and she has the attention span and memory capacity of a gnat. I also try to get to one of my cafe spots for at least an hour of writing. It may be crap, it may be something I toss out, but it's work that keeps me going.

This week? Nope. Even Max, who is very hyperactive, seemed to be unwilling to go further than the edge of the patio for a pee. He flopped on the couch with me, sucked up for treats, and snored. I have to admit... I didn't do much more than that myself.

So here is the week, in summation, as interpreted by an anonymous pug on Youtube, since doing our own video would have required... err... doing something.