It's late and I'm sitting in the Skaggs House in Oregon. My brain is spinning slowly and wanting to escape to the sweet land of Sleepy Sleep. I had much to post here, about life and my journey here and the weekend retreat Sir Skaggs and I are attending starting tomorrow, but I don't think I'm capable of doing so at this point.
I did want to put down my word count. I wrote today sitting in the Ontario Airport in a disused corner. I have no idea what the heck I'm writing, but I got some words down, and that's the important thing.
I shall be gone until at least Sunday, so there may not be much in the way of new wordage in the next few days. A very strange way to start the month off, but such is the way of things.
Good night, ladies.
5 comments:
Both of us managed a word count that is commemorative of an American victory. How unconsciously patriotic of us!
Have a great time this weekend, and say hi to Beth, Matt, and Skaggs for me.
Yeah, say hi to me from Devin.
Thanks Beth. My brain just exploded.
The odd part, Mr. Devin, is that I very nearly posted that observation on my blog myself but was too tired to do so.
Great minds think alike. And so do ours.
I should have asked you to give Beth an indian burn for me while you were at it.
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