Kage Baker is saying clearly to me: Mental Health Day.
The elections are over, but no one will shut up. I have a headache. The parrot, while cheerful as a little grig (whatever the hell that is; anyone know?) is making noises like a jukebox with hiccoughs, and every squeak and burble and whistle is going straight through my cerebellum.
And I need to write tonight. And I am out of licorice and chocolate. Fruit flavoured Tootsie Rolls turn out to be a hideous invention and no replacement even for those nasty red Twizzlers. No wonder the Trick or Treaters didn’t want them.
In the interests of retaining some slight tinge of sanity, I am going to turn off the computer and go read a new Lois Bujold novel for a while. And then later I will write a couple of thousand words and so redeem today’s pledge to NaNoWriMo …
Light a candle in the windows of your souls, Dear Readers! That shadow on the glass will be either me, lost as usual, or a really freaking big moth …
Kathleen, Kage and the Company 
According to the first online dictionary I hit, a grig is: a young eel, a short-legged hen, or a bright, lively person. The examples (from AC Doyle, A Lang and C Dickens) however, all use it in the phrase “merry as a grig” so apparently that’s the only way anyone has used it in over 100 years.
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Re: grigs. Wow. Just … Wow. That is too, too funny. I had ony ever heard the phrase about “merry as”, without ever knowing what a grig *was*. Harry doesn’t qualify as a young eel, of course, because – well, he’s not an eel at all. Nor is he a hen, though at least he’s in the same genus as a chicken … but I guess he qualifies as a bright, lively person.
Research, what would we do without it?
Kathleen kbco.wordpress.com
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