Watched the Oscars last night. Would’ve wished I hadn’t, except that I’d prepared myself days in advance and a bottle of wine was already open.
Slept well, woke early. Worked on one of the new stories and headed off to the gym about an hour too late. (It happens.) Took a short rest when I got home, then went back to work until my cousin J.J. called. I’m getting the feeling it’s going to be stop-and-start week. Hope I can make a good push to finish something.
Copies of the Ocotillo Review came. Good to see another story in print. Two more on the horizon.
Making plans to see my uncle on Thursday. He’s ninety-two and winding down, I’m afraid. Looking forward to catching up with him.