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Damp and dreary. 32 degrees at 11:22 a.m. Only light snow overnight. 79% humidity. Lots of sunshine and dry days in the forecast. Might go up to 50 next week. Wrting... supposed to write today. 1 p.m. Coffee consumed with a grilled cheese sandwich and cream of asparagus soup. This place is quiet at certain times of day. People are out and about or working. I told Billie Jo that the two of us were the Hotel's Ghosts. And we are. Neither of us get out much. Back to work. I made progrees, but there's much to do today. A bit of sun is streaming in to cheer me up. I told Beholden: "I have a travel list. Not a typical tourist bucket list. My list as a child was short: Norway, Japan, Kenya. I still need want to get to Kenya (and visit Uganda and Rwanda). These days I've wondered which country I'll drop dead in or worse ... which I'll never get to see as I wither away at home. Whither or wither ." Working on: 1. working on flow
2. almost ready?
3. getting there
4. for the big contest
5. needs one last read
6. I need to find a replacement for this one "TEXT BOOK NEW LOVE [353]" It doesn't really slam Cupid. 7. at least i know what i'm trying to say "i am behind the camera [358]" 5:15 p.m. and 30 outside... not that I've been outside... I have 3 stories left to write by Sunday midnight. I may or may not write them. . I commented to Norma Jean: I wasn't raised on country music. We had "Cool Water" but that's more Western. In the 80s, it was Reba McIntire with songs like "Does he love you" and I love Dolly's "Jolene". So "Cry, Cry, Cry" doesn't evoke my emotions like it does for you. I think of my father as I listen to Sons of the Pioneer. My father died 22 year ago today. (March 20, 1916 - February 26, 1999) Frankie Laine (High Noon, Ghostriders in the sky, They call the wind Maria) does a great version but I prefer this: 3,767 |