So last evening I lost telephone connectivity as well as all my e-mail. Happily it came back in time for me to text goodnight to my wife, but nevertheless: what is this about, O Wyoming? I'm surprised we can see the bloody stars...
On the other hand: not being able to talk to anybody (apart from, y'know, face to face, that way that I really don't), I am expanding in other directions. Early morning writing sessions, eg. 1250 words this morning, before class. I am back with Kipling on Mars, and really happy to be there.
On the other hand: not being able to talk to anybody (apart from, y'know, face to face, that way that I really don't), I am expanding in other directions. Early morning writing sessions, eg. 1250 words this morning, before class. I am back with Kipling on Mars, and really happy to be there.