It’s December. Coooooool December. I have to tell you that it feels good knowing that I don’t have to work on my story unless I want to. I do want to. I need to edit the heck out of it and come up with a real ending.
It’s about 65 degrees today. Don’t expect to see much of me today.
p.s. The hotel had CRAP for champagne. What a disappointment.