Dreary morning. Overcast, snowy, but clear by mid-day. Worked on "Bounty," the second of the two San Francisco stories. Shoveled the walk at noon, wrote a little more, then off to the gym. Miss the outside time, walking the neighborhood. Weather bureau says 50s tomorrow, so with any luck the fall weather will return for a while.
Copies of the Blue Crow Review arrived mid-afternoon. "A Convergence of Interests" appears toward the end of the volume. Pretty looking piece. That's two in a row. Kansas City Voices ("Burn Scar") was a knockout too.
Read in the Smithsonian online today some millionaire bought, and is restoring, John Steinbeck's old boat, Western Flyer. Now that's a project, isn't it? Oh, to win the Powerball.