Monthly Archives: August 2019

The sidewalk is marked up with route directions for what must be some kind of track meet at the high school. Today I just blathered with a strong emphasis on my mental state (tired, fractured) and Booth At The End.

Was a chilly, dreary morning. I talked about The Booth at the End, among other things. The book I’ve been talking about for the last couple of days is Dead Witch Walking by Kim Harrison

I got on a rant about “Why would anybody write short stories?” today. Perhaps not my finest nineteen minutes.