Wait, what? Editing?

Flash and Bones

Not as interesting as Spider Bones yet. On page 96. There are plot elements that revolve around NASCAR, which just doesn't interest me in the slightest...

Maybe I'm a great big wuss.

I hate needles. Everything about them.
Yesterday I had a physical. I haven't been in a couple years because I'm healthy and I don't want them to draw blood. But lately I've really been struggling with my weight. Plus, I have a history of an almost abnormal thyroid. Could that be the cause? Guess I have to get tortured to know.
I don't know what it is. Intellectually I understand that it's a brief pain so that they can run tests to affirm my good health. No big deal. I await the terrible part of the exam. I'm pretty relaxed. The nurse comes in to take my blood. I joke with her some to keep my mind off of it. She sticks me in the right arm. Oh gosh, she has 5 vials to fill. She is having trouble getting a good flow of blood out. I can't help it, tears start running down my face. I try and keep control, but then, she has to stick the other arm. She gets the smallest needle she can find. She pokes at my arm with het fingers and tells me I have skinny veins. She puts the needle in and fills up the vials. At this point I'm sobbing. I leave, get in the car, and keep crying. I can't help it. I know it's silly.
I feel all fragile the rest of the day.
I went to dance class and jammed my finger.
This morning my finger still hurts. A lot, actually.
But I haven't shed a test over it and I'm not going to. It's not going to ruin my day.

Spider Bones

I found out that there are Temperance Brennan books I hadn't read yet. Thank you, public library, for helping me rectify this situation!
Brennan has just gone to Hawaii. In a week I will be Hawaii. It's a magical exciting coincidence.
:)

Butch Walker's autobiography

Messy dinner

I'm not good at quesadillas. Look at that. All of that filling just fell right out onto the plate.
However, it is delicious. Flour tortilla, black beans, shredded parmesan, cilantro, and a ripe tomato. I thought I'd experiment and dip it into hummus. Good choice.
This makes up for the bacon cheeseburger, fries, and soda I had for lunch, right?

When Gods Die

Second in a series. Historical mystery, and no, that is not a code term for sleazy romance novel. No sex at all so far.
I found the first book a bit two dimensional and predictable. Ever character had a terrible past, a serious condition, or was just a homicidal lunatic. Obviously, it wasn't too bad though, as I'm reading the second.
It is set in London in the 1800's. Apparently, the detail is accurate and wonderful; I'm no expert.
I'm not very far into this one, it's better than its predecessor so far.