Then there was food and wine. B&J had arranged for quite an elaborate spread. And since britzkrieg is also a vegetarian, there was a slew of veggie-friendly offerings. And the dancing. Matthew and I don't get many opportunities to dance anymore. We totally enjoyed ourselves. And now my feet hurt. That's always a sign of fun had.
I think Hobkin's sulking, though. He's been pouting under his hutch. More worrisome, he didn't eat his breakfast. Going to see about coaxing him to eat, and if he doesn't, then it's meds and a Pepto Bismol sandwich for him.
Heard through the Skunk Chat grapevine that one of Hobkin's Godmother's skunks died last week. Very sad. She's not up for calls or visitors, which I completely understand. Going to see about sending a sympathy card on Monday. I wish our beloved fuzzy companions would live as long as us.
Got a rejection from Leading Edge. The note starts out (after the "thanks for letting us see your story . . . blah blah blah") "Your story was accepted by the staff readers"--which got my adrenalin all pumping, thinking I had an acceptance letter in my hands. But then it went on to say "and passed on to the editors for further consideration. Although we have decided not to use it . . ." Sigh. They did ask for more and called it "quality work." Grumble. Out it goes again.
Also received a postcard from Cricket saying they'd received my current submission--the same submission the editor had asked for resource material for via email. Hee.