If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.

And because I’m up to my eyeballs in chapter rewrites (still pushing to finish before the holidays, despite not meeting my deadline of this past Monday), knitting, TWUC stuff, and trying to get packages organized so they arrive before Santa in Ontario, all you’ll hear from me is, well, complaining (first world problems, I know).

So, instead, I’m going to squirt some more Rescue Remedy into my mouth, and stream Suits on Netflix while trying to finish all of my required craft projects.

Here are a couple pictures of the lake behind my house, where it’s easy to find a bit of mid-day peace (provided Mowat comes back to me when I tell him to).