Pittsburgh, day two.
Woke to the happy creaching of a three-year-old barreling into the bedroom at six a.m. Spent the day in the house with the boys—rain was falling in sheets—but had a pleasant, if cold night, Trick-or-Treating, talking, and goofing off. Great seeing them again. Tomorrow, off to the aquarium.
Got an unexpected acceptance today from a literary journal out of Stockholm, Two Thirds North, letting me know they’ve accepted my short story, “Frank the Redeemer.”
Lots going on.
Thrilled to be here, but tired of wet weather all around.