I am working on my new short story. It is coming rather easily and I hope that's a good sign.
The birds are out there singing. I often hear them when it is still dark. I never get over that, it is so mysterious, so wonderful.
I suppose it is the curse of anyone who is musical to be unable to ignore music. I am plagued by the piped in music in stores and I choke when I hear…
Yesterday I went downtown three times. The first time I passed by the pasty place and decided to stop and get one. The second time was to pick up a…
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