I wish I could say my silence here as been due to long nights of tireless keyboard tapping as the Victorian novel has been taking shape, the story practically writing itself. I truly wish I was falling asleep, slumped over my keyboard with my fingers red and raw, the keys making a very odd impression on my face throughout the night.
That would, however, imply that more than 200 words have been added to the manuscript.
See, last week The Boy returned for Spring Break, bringing the usual difficult weather with him. For the first few days it was confined to him simply creating and leaving messes. By mid-week it was clear we were "not meeting his needs nor expectations" and by Friday his face was less than an inch from my face and he was screaming at me, wanting oh-so-despirately for me to throw the first punch.
Instead, we informed him that he was not to return to our home without an expressed invitation to do so. And that such an invitation was not going to be forthcoming for the summer.
By Saturday the weight of his actions had settled in on him and he had a long talk with Bonn in the living room. I'm glad they were able to discuss things and that he was able to apologize to her for his actions (although he didn't do so to me). I'm also glad he knows he's not coming back here for the summer regardless of how positive their discussion was.
The day job side of things is being busy. Trainers are here for the week on the new system that's going live on May 1st. I'm sitting in on the training sessions because I'm Project Manager (woo hoo) and, thanks to several cups of very strong tea, I'm not snoring my way through the sessions.
The CoolPix is back and I've been taking pictures on my regular walks. Such a nice thing to have working again. In fact, I did a Stock Image-like shot for them that's going to be used as part of the cover image for a book coming out sometime this year. I wish it was something more artistic, but I suppose a book cover photo credit is a book cover photo credit.