February 28, 2005
This is it for a while. There's really only time after midnight or squeezed in during the day when distracted and most of the time I'm wondering what the heck I'm talking about. And why? I had to throw away a bunch of stuff from the shed today. Mold. Two holes in the tin ceiling. Today was yesterday. It's almost 1:00 a.m. into the new day. Last of the month. Au revoir! Oops. Not enough words. I'll try again. I'll come back after reading my new book on how to write. Books pile up. Order them. Don't get to them.