I’m still on vacation and nothing is “have to.”
When I’m not reading1 or walking by the lake or puttering in my garden, I’m working on my novel.
And enjoying the last beautiful, balmy day before the Roast. The upside is that when it hits, I’ll be in an air conditioned office building.
Barão Puttkamer, Eu Sei Tudo, No. 6, November 1924, originally uploaded by Gatochy.
- Currently The Angel’s Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. Such talent. Sigh. [↩]
