I have no time this weekend, so grabbing a second to write some notes. I’ll also try to write a book, maybe Sunday.
Went out Friday night, into Porvoo with the work gang. Hit a pub, a restaurant, a pub, then took the Onnibus home.
Tonight, of course, we have the Bad Moo Rising party, even though there’s no book yet. We’ve hired the musician so there’s no going back.
I’ve had the ol’ lurgy for the past couple of days. Hoping to sleep it off, since I was stupid and tried to write through it on Thursday night. That didn’t work out and I still have no book to show for it.
Final thought: Anyone who doesn’t like the porgs in the new Star Wars movie is a joyless old misery guts with no childhood wonder or magic left in them. They have my pity.