Chicago in January
So I realize it’s been a while since we’ve talked, but, too be honest, I’ve been more worried about not freezing to death than about the blog.
So right now it’s January 6th. It has not been above freezing in Chicago since before freaking Christmas. We’ve been below zero almost every night during that span.
To give you an idea, on January 2nd, the temperature when I got up was 14 below. Add in the wind chill, and it was 29 below.
That, friends and neighbors, is what we call real fucking cold. It was so cold that the train line I take in to the city for work was literally frozen. The switches failed entirely. So I had to go to the emergency back-up office and work from there.
The emergency back-up office was also as cold as hell, but at least I was able to drive there.
Let’s see. What else? Work has been a blue-assed bitch. My boss has come down with some sort of viral infection, so I was taking on her workload all week. And since the quarter just ended, that was all sorts of fun.
On a lighter note, me and a pair of friends drove down to the University of Illinois, our alma mater, just before New Years. We went to a barbecue place I know and drove around campus and watched a basketball game, which was cool. Illinois actually won, too, which was a bonus.
On the erotica front, I finally finished “Aphrodite’s Daughter,” which was a challenge. I loved the concept of the book. But the actual execution was difficult. I finally realized that what I had originally planned (three books) simply wasn’t going to work. So three became two. And can I say I simply adore the cover that my team came up with?
In other book news, I just completed my newest book. “Polly Prude and the Virgin” is the second of my Polly Prude series. I really like the idea of a series of stories loosely tied together, but which doesn’t have any sort of long-term arc. I am now starting a new story (“Mom’s Birthday Surprise.”)
Lastly, I am on my annual post-Christmas diet. See, how it works is like this. On my father’s side of the family I have the potential for long-term weight issues. However, I can’t deal with watching my weight all the time. This came to a head several years ago, when I realized none of my pants fit.
So I made a deal. I eat whatever the hell I want. But after Christmas every year, I go on a diet to get back down to a reasonable weight. ‘Reasonable’ is defined by myself.
This year I have to lose about twenty pounds. I expect it to take until late February or early March. As of right now, I have 18 pounds to go. So I am eating salads and soup and those Lean Cuisine meals and hating every damn minute of it.
On that note, I will go. But if you feel like making me happy, you can click on that link up the screen and buy my book. And maybe some others, too.
Happy New Year!