Saturday's Scribe is here...and Saturday is almost gone.

The past month has been stressful...

Everyone in the house has been sick on and off for over a month. Including me. My son was driving my extra car to go pick up his daughter from a school-sponsored live court activity, and they got hit broadside by a driver who didn't see them as he turned left into the driver's side doors. Luckily, everyone was safe. Just scared half to death. My car was totaled. The other guy's car was barely dented. He was given a ticket for improper left turn and failure to yield right of way, but his insurance is playing games with me.

I sure hope December gets better...

I love the holidays.

I hope my new release coming out Wednesday sells well so I can replace the car that his insurance is trying to get out of paying for.

Maybe Santa will bring me a Ferrari.

Maybe John Beresford Tipton will send Michael Anthony over to my place with a nice big check.

Maybe the doorbell will ring and I'll be greeted by TV cameras as I win the sweepstakes.

It's nice to hope. That's what the season is all about...hope. And I hope that global warming will slow down and that wars will go away. That sort of makes my little problems seem much smaller by comparison.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving...

Fran Lee