Slept in again—a little.
Went back to work on the new story for a couple of hours, then did a little reimagining of the future. Worked out early afternoon, took care of some bill paying, took a leisurely drive through the Garden of the Gods, and read from the Last Tycoon.
Need to get back to the novel, but find myself hesitating. Not ready yet to revisit the act of literature I may have committed. Guess I’'ll come to it when I come to it. Meanwhile, need to get a jump on the N critiques.
Understand it’s going to snow hard tonight. Hope so. Trees need all the moisture they can get. Lawn, too, but I’ve got less sympathy for it, the way it’s been dogging me the past two summers.
Oh, well. No grudges.
Head up, eyes open, I’m only looking at tomorrow.