So many people think the desert is devoid of life. Tonight as I sat having dinner--lemon chicken and fresh asparagus--movement caught my eye outside the dining room window. I got up to look and, sure enough, a mountain lion was sauntering through the yard, crossed the street, and moseyed up the road and out of sight. I decided that Kubric and I would wait a while before taking our evening walk, since this cat looked skinny and hungry, and it obviously was on the prowl.

The book is progressing. If I can stay on schedule, I should have it completed--round one, anyway--by the first of June. Then I'll have to tweak it for my editor's eyes.

Hope your Memorial Day was a pleasant one.