Trying desperately to keep my mind on Cozies, sleuths, red herrings, and murderous intent.

Trying desperately to avoid thoughts of packing suitcases, loading up trunks, pulling out of driveways… and totaling cars.

Tomorrow, I will try once again the road trip I was only two blocks into when the big wreck happened.

I must admit to being twitchy about it.

I don’t twitch well.

So, my thoughts turn to clues, suspects, bloody daggers and arsenic-spiked tea.

Perfectly normal, indeed.

Commitment papers are no doubt in the mail.

Until Monday…

Chloe