Good day all around.
Close to having a reader draft on the new story. Quiet on all other literary fronts.
Put in the best workout I’ve had in weeks at the gym. Came home and made a pot of navy bean soup with ham shanks I roasted this morning.
Looking out the cottage window at snow. They’re saying six to ten inches. Figure I’ll have my work cut out for me either way come morning.
Read the second of the N stories I’ve been saving. Impressed with both, given the ages of the writers, but don’t plan to advance either.