Running Like...
For those who might be wondering where I am:
The opera with Kim on Thursday (Don Giovanni), back to the Lodge on Friday, back to Greyhaven on Friday, to Westercon on Saturday and Sunday, back to the Lodge to take the tots to Gymnastics, back to Oakland to turn into Mark Twain...
I'm not ignoring you, I'm just running like a Republican whose sins are being discovered. --Only not so much away from as towards. Hmm. Running like a starcruiser chasing the speed of light.
Well, you get the idea. I am driving a lot. Like a golfer in danger of breaking par. Like a linebacker when the score is even.
Like a writer whose metaphors are getting strained through a sheet.
The opera with Kim on Thursday (Don Giovanni), back to the Lodge on Friday, back to Greyhaven on Friday, to Westercon on Saturday and Sunday, back to the Lodge to take the tots to Gymnastics, back to Oakland to turn into Mark Twain...
I'm not ignoring you, I'm just running like a Republican whose sins are being discovered. --Only not so much away from as towards. Hmm. Running like a starcruiser chasing the speed of light.
Well, you get the idea. I am driving a lot. Like a golfer in danger of breaking par. Like a linebacker when the score is even.
Like a writer whose metaphors are getting strained through a sheet.