Here in Providence, it's only 60˚F. The wide sky could not be bluer. Nor could it be hungrier. A good day to stay in and keep my head down. I went out for a brief walk yesterday, the first time I'd left the house in two days.

Yesterday, I added 1,357 words to the novella, which I may give up and call M is for Mars, unless some better title ( Read more... )