Flew into DIA a little after seven. Spent a long weekend with the boys in Pittsburgh. After all the soul-crushing events of the year, I finally got something to smile about.
Had a terrific time all around. Went fishing on Saturday in Canonsburg. Matty caught his first fish—a bluegill. Went out again on Sunday—this time in a row boat—on Raccoon Lake. Didn’t catch any fish, but had a great time casting and trolling the lake. Playing on the beach afterward, too.
Needed that. Boy did I need that. Can’t wait to see them all again.
Tired. Gonna have to turn in early and come back hard tomorrow.
Sent back the proofs for Rock Mountain Sweetheart Murder Ballad this afternoon, but didn’t do much in the way of work otherwise. Need to send in my N reviews, get back at the keyboard.
Worked out this afternoon, then came home and cleaned the cottage offices. Hope this unexpected spurt of energy carries into the rest of the week.