Well, howdy there internet peeps, and those who can't stand the odor of frying liver
It's Troy again...
Here's the current weather in NE Indiana:
I knew I needed to get up and moving today, so I hit Menards and bought four bags of brown mulch, as well as some concrete stepping stones to keep a path to the hose spicket.
It was hot AND muggy crap this morning. Like Florida Humidity levels. So when I got home, I changed into grubby work-outside clothes. Glad I did. Ended up with a second shower. Not from dirt. From the fop-sweat that working in the sun at that humidity level did to me.
After the shower, I ended calling our mail-order pharmacy. I've been having canceled orders when I try to get a refill on a critical little blue pill.
Chatting over text with them, they said to call on July 4, since that was the 3mos refill date. Normally I can order a few weeks before, so there is overlap. Doc prescribes exactly the number needed, so I've had to skip a few times. Birthday is this week, and wedding anniversary 11 days after that. Gotta make sure I have enough.
So, today I called in. Got a nice young woman somewhere in the Asia-Pacific region based on her accent. At least it wasn't an AI "personality"
Seems the wires got crossed somewhere. That prescription was set to provide a 150 day supply, instead of a 90 day supply... and the insurance company won't authorize for more than a 90 day...
So, I got them to put in an order for a 90 day. The nice girl said they'd request clarification from the doc. So I messaged the Doc, and the nurse responded that their records show a 90 day script sent in. Seems like a gremlin was hitting the little blue pills and banged a few too many keys and reset the days on my order. Dumb Gremlins!
Oh well, wife will be happy now.
Since the book is off to the editor, and won't be back for two weeks, I've been working on my blurb for the bookstore sites. Take a look, and if you have any better music puns, let me know. I might just work them in!
Death strikes a sharp chord in Eerie Falls!
A Sasquatch on bass, and a pixie on vocals. What's not to love about the new band at Darcy's pub? But when one of the band members bangs out their last solo ever, will the group be flat? Did a band member have an axe to grind? Sammi and her mates have their hands full trying to uncover who wrote that requiem.
When Courtney's old college roommate arrives to conduct anything but a friendly investigation into the town of Eerie Falls, jarring notes might be on the page for the constable. If things go off-beat, Sammi could end up solo.
The mystery's rhythm changes when a robbery occurs, one that could out-crescendo the 1812 overture's finale.
In order to bring the curtain down on this tale, Sammi and her friends need to follow the green glow of faerocks and find the right tempo. Gord's ghostly bites may not be enough to energize the solution, but does he have what it takes to help the band? Will Sammi and her friends hit the right notes, and avoid a cacophony?