Where, oh where, oh where is PeeDee? Where, oh where, oh where is PeeDee? Where, oh where, oh where is PeeDee, where could he have gone?
Sorry, flashbacks to when my Munchkin was a much, much smaller Munchkin and we’d sing that song with seventeen BILLION verses… where are your fingers, where are your toes, where is your head, where is your nose… *thinks back fondly*
I suppose he’s done another self-ban, but usually he’s still in communiqué. 
( Boo hoo, I haven’t chatted with Pete in weeks. Hopefully he’s off being über productive and has a whole stack of fabulous stories done.
Thanks to some gentle prodding (“Go write something.”) from my favorite PM victim friend, I’m working on a short story, which may end up being the start of my next book. I’ve had the book idea marinating, and now I’m working on a similar story that I hadn’t originally been what I was thinking for the book. But it just might work. And if not, what the hell. It’s writing, right?
Right now the sun is shining! It’s chilly, but not as nasty cold as it’s been. I’m going to bury my head in the sand and pretend this is a sign that the late-season snowstorm has been canceled. *grin*
Off to write!
