December 29th, 2019


"But it's all spidery."

A stormy night here in Alabama, after a warm day. We reached 72˚F toady, and it's still 62˚F. Tomorrow's high will only be 56˚F. Presently, we have wind gusting to 37˚F, which is a lot for here.

Today, I wrote 1,321 words and finished "Seven Dreams," which comes in at 6,991 words before I make any corrections. Tomorrow will be spent proofreading.

Here we are almost at the end of 2019. How unlikely was that?

Later Taters,

9:26 p.m.