I spent it: Vegging. Reading. (Finished “The Memory Palace”–excellent if sad, and started, “The Dirty Life”, a memoir about farming–too graphic for me.) Doing art.
It was wonderful.
Now back to Parable, where my lively crew of story-people await, somewhat impatiently, I fear.
Our weather is gorgeous, and that’s a gift to my soul. I do love sunshine. I also love rain, goosefeather snowfalls, and crisp autumns when the leaves of the trees growing along the banks of the Columbia River are splashes of gold and crimson and russet, a million shades of each.
Life is good.