Snow coming down as I write this. Not much, but something. Hope to wake to a few inches by tomorrow morning. Fires contained.
Good day at rehab. Arm still hurts—hurt all night—but in a different and better way than before surgery. Maybe it’s something I’m just gonna have to get used to.
Anyway, the long piece is coming and the revisions are coming too. Story’s getting cleaner and stronger all the time. Not sure if I’ll have an agent come the end of the month, but that’s no big deal either. Everyday’s a new adventure.
Don’t want to wish the summer away, but it wasn’t much to hang on to and maybe the fall will be better. Once the snow clears, I’m thinking another day on the water. Other stuff. Mostly, want to try and get my energy level back where it was. Can’t believe how early, and tired, I get anymore.
Miss the boys. Wondering if we’ll get out to see them.