Good News, I Found My Last Bottle Of Hand Sanitiser
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Mostly packed, itinerary printed off (old habit from pre-smartphone days), checking the weather forecast every few hours, watching the sky. Inbox Zero. I actually started writing this over an hour ago. It’s a day.
Locked the final draft of THE WILD STORM 24 about 1230 this morning. Concluding my end of a 528-page graphic novel. I will be kind of shambolic and confused for a couple of days. More so than usual, yes, thank …
Just me and these guys and the live Brexitcast on BBC radio. And the howling wind of the death of the future