I went to the bike shop this morning and got my tire replaced, then settled down to write.
The Wind From Heaven is galloping along, and I won’t find out where we’re going till we get there. Ice Age hyenas on the rampage, mysterious strangers from an unknown continent, frantic efforts to make peace before another war can start, a venture into a legendary region of Lintum Forest where no one dares to go, savage barbarians in search of a heathen god–no wonder I’m tired at the end of the day.
But it’s better than writing up the nooze. And if I’m not too beat after supper, I can unwind with a bike ride.
that sounds like a plan. I just came back from the little village store, and
I am so beat I can hardly move. As a friend said, getting old is not for sissies. she sure got that right.