I’ve got ten hours left, then I make another transition. Which is only relevant to writing in that it’s real life, and it’s really messing
I was talking with friends (which is in and of itself a really nice thing to be able to do. Real humans! Live! In person,
I honestly forgot what day it was. I’m on vacation and the days have begun to blur… plus, there are so many cogs whirring in
Sand between the toes, most higher brain functions turned off. We’re enjoying a week on Padre Island with #1 Daughter, aka the Organizer, and the
I’m posting this in advance to be published Thursday afternoon, because I don’t expect to be in a position to do anything useful that day.
“The best thing for being sad,” replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, “is to learn something. That’s the only thing that never fails. You