The wind is still booming out there. If it drops tomorrow, I’m going to get out of the office and spend the day in the garden, doing pruning and repairs and maybe even getting some bulbs planted. Sold a graphic novella last night, which locks the rest of my month – nothing but scripting, basically, with a couple of other documents to finish on the side.
Marking up the boards, trying to ignore how many things I’m waiting on, wondering when to restart the newsletter this year. Maybe the 27th?
ON DECK: Something I need to get out of the way for someone, which will take until Saturday, probably.
INBOX: 65
LISTENING: RICHNESS OF THE HEART, Gallery Six
READING: Been reading a lot of dense books, so I’m palate-cleansing with Tim Sullivan’s THE CYCLIST.
CONDITION: It’s cold enough for hibernation subroutines to kick in.