I am in here.
The problem with summer is that the day starts too early. I am up and ready to go, but the people that I have to call are not — or if they are, they are doing so in greatest secrecy. Going back to sleep is out of the question for me; Satchel the Cat has a … Continue reading The problem with #summer
Jet lag. Back home now in Cincinnati to the regular routine, which I only vaguely remember. Oh, yes, Starbucks. Oh, right, lunch at the Rusty Bucket. And Pilates with my friend Julie just now. I think that the air conditioning at SBUX is going to have a deleterious effect on my wobbly post-Pilates muscles. But … Continue reading Back home. Back to Pilates.
Scifi Mafia
white pebble 