So here I am mushing words together. Somedays it goes better than others. The other day it wasn’t going so well, and since the sun was out, I went out too – for a walk!
It was much colder than I thought but I walked long enough to get cold and be glad to come indoors again. There was no plot magic or miraculous character development or anything else. Sometimes a walk is just a walk.
I did find this:
I would guess that people have been picking up and admiring stones since there were stones, but that it got even more serious once there were pockets or bags to put them into.
Tuesday, I had arranged a room at the East Greenbush Library for WriMos to meet and write:
