Dropped off my daughter at the airport on Thursday. She was all too happy to be leaving the "off grid" lifestyle. Can't blame her: we live rustically.
Just a few walks after work lately. Nothing fancy. Or special.
Tomorrow I hope to take a walk with a college friend I haven't seen in 25 years. Living in a tourist prone area has benefits; sooner or later, most friends will make a visit.
And I've trimmed a 4,000 word piece down to 3,000 words for an interested editor. Reading my stuff over and over again is horrible. It is like sitting down and having the same meal, day after day, year after year until you just can't take it anymore. Rewriting is not my forte'. I prefer the magic of the first draft.