These days I sit on cornerstones and count the time in quarter tones to ten...

Coming at this late.

Got a little time at the keyboard this morning, then spent the better part of the day in Cheyenne Canyon with young J., fording streams, sharing peanut butter sandwiches, and pitching rocks. Got in some time at the gym early afternoon, then came home and worked out a couple of accounting issues. Hate worrying about money. Hate thinking about it. Had a hand in a lot of different jobs over the years, but nothing demanded more and paid less than writing. We call that irony.

Need a win here. Doesn't have to be big. Just some small thing to put in the plus column.