And some days, when the novel writing is going well and the thunder rolls, you just crack open a beer and keep writing. I’ll run tomorrow.
This sweet little book arrived today. Includes an essay I wrote for The Nervous Breakdown.com. From The History Press.
Ten years ago I spent what I thought was an obscene amount of money on this red steed. Oh the places we have gone, the joy, the blood, and the bruises. Priceless.
It was, by far, the most glorious day I’ve spent in a national park. Warm, sunny. And this road … Going to the Sun Road, Glacier National Park, was still closed to automobile traffic. (There’s still a big drift to plow through.) This means the bikes get all the glory, and all the road. 17 …
Hot paws. #olddogs #shortwalks
Nothing says spring like hail burying your seedlings. Peas fared well, though.