After my overexposure to sun last week while riding around in northern California with the top down on our rental convertible, I’ve gone through three distinct stages of peeling. (Too much information? I find it fascinating!).
First, there was my nose, which actually blistered the first night. Then, my forehead, which got a little less sun, started peeling a few days later and went through two rounds. Finally, my arms and my scalp, which got the least and didn’t start peeling until last night, a full 9-10 days after exposure. It’s just like playing with Elmer’s glue again. Someone in California commented that people out there pay a lot of money for a skin peel treatment.
I’m delighted to see that there is now a Chrome app for iPhone and iPad. My favorite browser. Haven’t had much time to check it out yet, but I hear good things about it.
I found a good, simple Twitter feed plug-in for my website. It shows my most recent five tweets, though that is configurable. It can be used to show anyone’s feed, which is also nice.
I picked up but haven’t yet started Taken by Robert Crais. It’s the first physical hardcover I’ve read in a long time. I won a signed copy by being a member of his mailing list. Didn’t even have to enter a contest—they just notified me that I’d won, much to my surprise.
I’m working on a short story that’s due on Sunday. I think I’m going to make it. I wrote 1500 words yesterday and edited out 200 of them this morning. I found out a way to tie it in with something else, which was gratifying, though I still don’t really know how it’s going to end, which could be a problem. Once I’m finished with that, I have a 60-page manuscript to proof. One more short story to write in July in response to a recent invitation. A bunch of other stuff to keep me off the streets. Never a dull moment.
We watched the third episode of Longmire last night. I still haven’t quite taken to him as a character, but I like the show overall. Good to see Megan Follows, who was Anne of Green Gables many moons ago. Still don’t know who Longmire’s wife died or why Vic is in Wyoming. And what about that message he read to the dying horse? That looked like something he’s been carrying around with him for a while. I should have been more suspicious of the burned body early on. After reading Ross Macdonald, I’m generally wary of dead people who can’t be readily identified. I did suspect the “Federal Marshal” right away, though.
