Worked all morning. Felt good, though couldn't get over this strange longing that haunted me all through the day. Got a decent draft of "Old Salt" in place. Hope to have a reader draft together before long.
Ribs and beer for dinner. Good company. Didn't talk about it, but the passing of Elie Wiesel turned another page for me this year. One whose mark won't be forgotten. Read Garrison Keilor held forth with the last Prairie Home Companion, too. Milestones.
Need to keep pushing forward. Let go of the setbacks and focus on the future.