I’ve been playing at writing all morning. Can’t seem to put two words together that sound like English, let alone good writing. I have a dentist appointment in an hour, so I’ll make my escape soon. I hate the dentist, have I mentioned that? Bah. But I’m ready to close the computer.
The fog is rolling in, and I’m at home for the first time this fall to see it. (I would know, because I’ve spent ample time just staring out the window today.) The hill above our house, visible out my office windows, starts out clear on early fall mornings, and then gets eaten by fog. I love that. I love when the marine layer moves in during the day, not out.
And who can complain about writing with a set-up like this?
Now I have to go do the Dentist Brush.
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