Pretty morning. Coffee on the front porch.
Put together a reader draft of a new short. Calling this one “Mr. Finley’s Silver Flask,” but praying a better title manifests itself before long.
Got in a nice mid-morning workout. Not a soul around. Had the whole gym to myself.
Grabbed a latte when we got home and went out scouting potential grave sites at the westside cemetery. Yeah. Come to that place and time where I wanna know.
Everything else moving along under its own steam.
Hope the tile guy can put an end to things this week. Would really like to take a shower in my own home. Stall looks all but finished. Now comes the floor and the new door.