Hi everyone.

Another weekend is upon us and, for the first time, I'm going to Gainesville to visit my husband. He's been home three times since he left for his new job, including last weekend. Figured I should return the favor. Can't wait to fix him a home cooked meal in a kitchen so tiny you can't swing a dead cat without hitting a cabinet. (All right you cat lovers out there, don't get your dander up. It's just an expression. Other than my dogs, why would anyone want to swing a dead cat anyway?)

Next weekend is my birthday. He'll come home again to celebrate, then it's a long stretch until he returns at Thanksgiving. I have a trip planned back to Gainesville in January.

My problem children, Lucky the Lab mix and Liza the Pit Bull mix will get to spend the long weekend in doggy purgatory aka, the kennel. When I pick them up on Monday, I'm sure they'll pout for a while and send me accusatory stares.

I'm not looking forward to the four and a half hour drive. I hate the Turnpike and I-75, but will deal with both I suppose.

So, today is a non-writing day. I'm trying to pack and collect all the junk my husband forgot and needs (last time home, he forgot to take his freshly laundered shirts back and had to buy new ones. Men!) for the trip without tipping off Lucky and Liza that something's in the wind. All it takes is a suitcase coming out of the closet to send them into high anxiety.

The one writing related duty today is my first meeting with a new critique group for mysteries. I've been hoping for something like this for a year, and have my fingers crossed that we'll all get along and give good feedback. I need it. Changing genres is scary.

So until next time, have a great weekend. I intend to.

Suzanne