The next 6 days will be in the 70s. It was a chilly run this morning but I do prefer it chilly when working out and sleeping. Unfortunately, I’ll be getting plenty of that and then some till June.

It was a fun and productive weekend, but as always, it went too fast. Weekends seem to last half a day while the workweek seems to last two weeks.

Today I’ll begin editing Shane. It often seems like writing books is more work than fun, but editing is what they’re mostly about, like it or not. Writing the story itself is nothing.

Last night I dreamed I was watching a boat cruise up a river as fast as a speeding car, buying a pregnant rat, and sitting in Tammy’s car as she made a quick run into a store. While I waited for her, some guy in a truck made too wide of a turn and clipped the headlight on my side. A split second later the “truck” turned into a giant lawnmower. Again the guy hit the car and just as I was about to get out and give the dumbshit a piece of my mind, he vanished into thin air.