I’ve been writing furiously, doing a thing for National Cowboy Day, doing berries, and more berries, zukes I’m lookin’ at you, kid…
Grudgingly I decided to mow and get it over with before the heat, humidity and storms hit this afternoon.
I ran out of battery on the wireless headphones. Then I ran out of gas.
The pièce de résistance? Blew a sidewall on the right front of our Deere John garden tractor.
The Universe says don’t mow, sweety.
Sweety is listening.
Gotta love A/C and diving into the next chapter.
Michael’s weirded out by his breakdown. Sonny’s all mother hen. Both need time outs. Problem is, there’s someone out there with an agenda that’s gonna change everything. #amwriting
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