Be-Mused — Karen Templeton

Well, finally called the phone number on TDWINSTBH’s expired rabies vac tag, the nice lady at Animal Control looked him up on their computer pronto, told me his name is Snowball, his owner’s name is Raymond and gave me Raymond’s phone number.

That was the good news.

The bad news was that the phone number isn’t in service, which means Raymond has probably moved. Nor has Raymond apparently searched any of the half-dozen Internet websites where I’ve listed Snowball as Found.

Snowball is currently half-yapping, half-howling, outside my office window. Snowball seriously needs a good home. Preferably one where he can lounge in his new owner’s lap and be fed bon-bons twenty-four/seven. If Snowball were a girl, Snowball’s new name would be Diva.

The $3.99 LOOSE SCREWS at bn.com are already sold out, so I’m thinking somebody found a single copy languishing in a corner somewhere and sold it off. At least it brought the sales rank up to (or down to, depending on how you look at it) around 8,000, which is v., v. good for one of my books. Doesn’t mean a dang thing, but it does soothe the old ego for a moment or two.

Started THE HISTORIAN last night. Don’t expect a review anytime soon. . .

Don’t know if this is a goof or what, but Barnes and Noble.com has just listed the trade paper edition of LOOSE SCREWS for $3.99 new.

So hurry over, I somehow doubt they’ve got a truckload of ‘em or anything.

Today was one of those days that make people who live in NM praise Whoever they praise — temps in the seventies, blueblueblue sky, slight breeze. I gave myself permission to not even think about any of the six books I’ve started but instead sit on my butt outside and read. All day. Not only did I actually finish a book (LITTLE EARTHQUAKES, Jennifer Weiner, thumbs way up), but I kept The Dog Who Is Not Supposed To Be Here company, and hence from howling, which in turn probably went a long way toward saving my marriage.

Pork roast in oven, Boy #5 has finished his homework (in my presence, so I have proof) — maybe I’ll take TDWINSTBH for a walk. With any luck, the walk will result in a serendipitious dog/owner family reunion, and thus cats and husband will stop glaring, at me as well as the dog.