Now that I have made everyone thoroughly paranoid due to this post (honestly, I am happy to receive any amount of advice from anyone who knows more than I on any subject--the advice offered by April on how to treat my blister last January with special band-aids of which I had never heard--which went swimmingly well, by the way--is one example that comes immediately to mind, mostly because I also used them to "heal" a scar on my face, which didn't go quite as swimmingly, unless you want to compare the crater it left in my cheek to a swimming pool (which is not hard to do) and does a bruising job of reminding me each day of how much I appreciate April's advice on how to use those band-aids which are, as it says right on the box, meant only for fingers and toes--no mention of face scars whatsoever--there-by healing my blister which I SO appreciate) and pretty much obliterated this post by posting this one (I'm still see-sawing back and forth between fear and faith but who isn't?) leaving me feeling more than a little loathe to blog (or even show my face a la the internet).

I'm pretty sure I just need to relax and everything will get back to normal (or what passes for normal around here).

How I would love to just sit back and enjoy the afternoon as Lisa describes HERE but only the mindless drone of the TV will wipe my mind clear enough to really relax (which reminds me, Donny Osmond competes for one of the top spots tonight on Dancing With The Stars--heat up those DVR's, ladies!). I am still unable to enjoy reading for pleasure (my inner critic will not shut up and is, alas, rather snobbish at the moment in that it is as critical of other novelists as it is of me. Perhaps more so.) (This only applies to books, especially those in my genre. Blog and, apparently, entertainment news magazine writers are in the clear.) (BTW, might I ask if the above usage of "enjoy" and "pleasure" with relation to reading isn't a bit redudant?)

Taking a deep breath, here. (You probably should, as well.) In other words, I don't quite know what to say (but I am pretty sure I should have used less words to say it). So, I think I shan't make an attempt to say anything at all whatsoever. (Aren't you glad I didn't?)

(Yeah. Me too.)

(In fact, this not saying anything has made me so happy I feel as if I should have said nothing a whole lot sooner.)

Favorite Frugal Find

Favorite Fall Foto (so far)
fall comes late to the state that's great (so better photo opps are in the footing)

Favorite Festive Foto
I have a thing for witches
I guess I just feel comfy around them
can't imagine why

Favorite Frightening Freak
even better than Heath Ledger

Favorite Fete Food
best tasting and easiest

Favorite Fearsome Foreigner
he claimed to be an alien executioner

Favorite Festooned-by-cobwebs

Favorite Fearsome Face

Favorite Fiendish Fellowship

Favorite Fireplace Frippery