Wow. Crazy week, and here it is almost over. Mom left for Albuquerque this morning. But not before young M. arrived. Wild day.
Yesterday, my dad's birthday. Would've been 92. Lifted a scotch in the Broadmoor Bar to toast him, then came home and grilled steaks. Had a fire out on the patio and stayed up too late drinking wine. It happens, right?
Other things to celebrate: an acceptance from Whisky Island for "Dancing with the Devil."
Didn't get any writing done today, but did get some new hardware on the back door after the old set went south last night. Also put three N stories to rest. Back at it tomorrow.