A more normal day today. Thank GOD. Part of it was that I had a full workday. That always seems to set me back in rhythm. I also woke up pretty much on time. Still struggling with that. Adjusting to the new bed time and wake up time. Maybe it was also because it rained today. The first rain of “winter” in LA. Not a huge storm, but it did dump there for a bit.
The Glory books are selling well right now. Really well. Have them on a nice little sale to funnel people towards buying the latest book. I’m sure the rankings (read: sales) will dive once the price reduction is over, but that’s fine. Everyone we caught during this past week+ should push on through to book three at some point. Or, no, not everyone, but a decent number. Reviews are good so far for the latest. Not that many of them yet, and none written reviews, but its almost all five stars so far. It’s a relief. Not unexpected—I personally think this latest book turned out really well—but a relief nonetheless. You never know what people are going to like or dislike, not really, until you put it out there and see.
Joy next to me, next to my pillow, is such a relief, too. I’m so relieved she loves to sleep there. There was such a hole in that spot when Coco passed. It was so empty and cold, this place between our pillows that had always been so full of warmth and snuggles. That place wasn’t meant to be empty. That’s why Coco snuggled there. Especially in her later years. In the earlier years, she was lower in bed, between Liz and I, but that was mostly because we were in a Queen-sized bed for those years. In the king, there’s actually enough room for a pup to sleep between our pillows. Coco took to it immediately. And now, so has Joy.
Someone pooped on the carpet pad today. Liquid, too. Sour tummy poo. It was just the once, however, and nighttime BMs looked solid, so hopefully it was a one-off. Spent a solid thirty minutes cleaning it up. Apply cleaner. Dab it away with water. Repeat. So many repeats.
I also watched For Your Eyes Only, while I ate dinner. I didn’t intend to watch the whole thing, but that’s what happened. I remember the beginning of that movie! When Bond tosses Blofelt into the smokestack. I saw that as a kid, I think. Don’t remember the rest of the movie, that was all new, but I did remember that scene. Man…I didn’t think I was going to like that movie for about the first hour; hokey AF. Too glib. But dammit…the epic-ness won me over in the end. Some great set pieces, and we really globe-trotted. I think it’s my second favorite of his—Roger Moore’s—Bond flicks. Not nearly as good as The Spy Who Loved Me, certainly, but it’s above-average. I mean, we do A LOT of shit in that movie. It’s epic. And I love an epic Bond film.
Night night.