well, here i am, not writing fiction. my brother is in town, and he and my kid are snapping at each other, and he’s a little overpowering. i’ve been cooking all day long. 2 pumpkin pies, a smoked sirloin roast, marinated mushrooms, linzertorte, sourdough bread. i still have to do a squash casserole and brown bread. i think my kid is going to make macs and cheese tomorrow, and dressing, so i’m making stock today. i love this time of year. i’m a bit frantic with relatives in play, but it’s grist for my characters.
i can see why they all want to kill each other. nobody’s listening, nobody’s making sense.