“Mornings I find, she’s left me; So cold so alone, but aware”
Morning has come once again. I dreamt that was showing me around Austin in her Audi A4 convertible with the snappy custom airbrushed paintjob. (It was more or less mermaid colored.) I have to hit the office early to prep for some all day marketing strategy meetings, so no wisdom this morning, though I was poking Google for statistics on presidential church attendance. (Unsuccessfully thus far.)
Also got a fan letter for “Little Pig, Berry Brown and the Hard Moon”, in DAW’s The Magic Toybox, ed. Denise Little. It said in part, “I loved the story and thought it was a woman who wrote it. I was surprised it was a man.” I’m rather flattered by that.
Work today, Omaha Beach Party tonight.