My friends. I had so much to tell you today. About interviews and books and new authors I met and how hard I’ve been working. How splendidly everything is coming along.
But today is such a dreamy day. I can’t seem to do anything physical and logical. I can’t talk to people right in front of me. But today Melanie Meadors and J.L. Murray and I pretended to have coffee together. And I found myself discussing the beauty and my fascination with The Rochester Panel near my home town. My beloved chickens laid their first eggs. And I fell in love with the art of Leslie Ann O’Dell. She has a print titled “Widow” that I would like to buy.
I told somebody I’m not firmly tethered to the earth today. It isn’t a bad way to be.