out of my hands...

Rain. All day. Temps falling into the 50s. Expect when it’s over all the leaves will have either fallen or turned a sullen dark brown.

Worked at the office all afternoon, writing a magazine article. Before that, revising a story. Before that, reading the paper over a cup of coffee.

Time to step on the gas, and get some pieces back in circulation. Tomorrow’s the start. “Occurrence at the Night Owl Liquor Store” leaves my hands.