03-29-2020, 03:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-29-2020, 03:26 PM by Drunk Monk.)
Stacy returned from her hike claiming she didn't even need to put on her rain gear. Whatev. It's beautifully clear now and sun has already dried up the water from this morning's downpour. And there was a downpour. I swear there was. Lotza wet. All over. Not good for hiking dammit. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.
I did my daily S.I.P routine and have been writing. Book#2 is feeling a little groovy, like there may be something to it after all. Book#3 is flailing miserably. Might be a lost cause after all but it's way to early to tell. Things sound so much better in my head but sometimes writing them down only reveals my own hubris about my thoughts.
I did my daily S.I.P routine and have been writing. Book#2 is feeling a little groovy, like there may be something to it after all. Book#3 is flailing miserably. Might be a lost cause after all but it's way to early to tell. Things sound so much better in my head but sometimes writing them down only reveals my own hubris about my thoughts.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse