"And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds..."

A foggy, rainy day. I think visibility was down to about twenty-five yards for a great portion of the day. In all my years away, I'd forgotten how foggy it gets here in the mountains. But it was warmer. I think we got near 70˚F. Currently, it's 59˚F. The last week, spring has arrived. The trees are showing the first sprays of green, and there are flowers.

Today, I wrote 1,078 words on The Tindalos Asset.

Tonight, leftover chili and TV.

Please have a look at the eBay auctions, if you haven't already. I appreciate it.

Later Taters,
CRK

8:32 p.m.

Tags: books, charles r. knight, fog, paleontology, rain, spring, the tindalos asset

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