Wouldn’t you know—the Canadian Wrangler (aka Larry) took a header and cracked a rib. Unfortunately, there isn’t much available in the way of treatment–it’s rest-and-suffer, I guess. (The way things have been going on this spread, I’m thinking of sending out a memo that reads, “Nobody buy a lottery ticket!”)
We were supposed to have sunshine today, but so far, the weatherman hasn’t delivered. Imagine that.
It’s a writing day, and I’m still slugging away at that opening scene. As I blog, I’m listening to Deborah Rodrequiz’s MARGARITA WEDNESDAYS, a memoir. She’s the author of THE KABUL BEAUTY SCHOOL; I’m… Read More »