In a fit of housecleaning mania I decided to wash the floor in my office yesterday.
It's a wood floor so it's Murphy's Oil Soap and a special mop.
Mop mop mop.
Only I forgot that with the high humidity yesterday, it was going to take a couple hours to be dry enough to walk on, rather than the usual 30 minutes or so.
Ok, no problem, I'll plop down on the couch and read. And it just so happens a new book rolled in this week: Last Call by Paula Matter.
I've been friends with Paula for years, and when I saw her recently at Malice Domestic and she mentioned her upcoming book, I ordered it on the spot.
It inveigled me from where it reclined on the to be read pile, giving me the come-hither eye as only a new book and new author can do.
I capitulated, of course.
Three hours skated by.
By the time the floor was dry and I'd finished the book, it was time to fall into the shark hammock and swim off to the Land of Nod.
Of course, only when the cold cruel light of daybreak hit my eyeballs, did I realize I'd forgotten to read and post the contest results.
I think we can all agree, the blame for my slacking off rests entirely on Paula Matter. In fact I think I'll review Last Call on Amazon with the title "Paula Matter has much to answer for." Four stars of course, but much to answer for.
Contest results...well, hopefully today.