So, I’ve been out and about a good bit this weekend. I got a good chance to hang out with my favorite cousin, the pseudo-Inuit. I went Christmas shopping, and actually finished up. Very excited, though I did let my little sister choose her gift. I’ve even wrapped it all. There’s something else I’ve been up to, too. I’ve been working on that elusive short story. A few of you have a little in your in-boxes. A few have little snippets of it on your voice mail.
It started while I was in New York. After I spent the day in a museum and ran, I’d get a cup of coffee and sit and write away. I needed that physical distance from what I had already written to figure out what sould go next.
I got a little stressed on Friday. There is something wrong with my phone. Everyone who knows, is saying, “yeagh, it’s an ancient piece of crap,” about right now. I wrote a few notes to just about all the people who could possibly want to hear from me, and then gave it up. I just said, well, I need to just not worry about talking to anyone at all this weekend. And so, I haven’t. I’ve gotten a few more calls than I expected, though. Quite a few more. Unfortunately, y’all, I was out of the house most of the time. I’ll get to you soon. (ps, there is a theory circulating that the “brick” isn’t working because I am getting a new phone for Christmas. Just a possibility.)