In which it's Tuesday and there is no mail
.I hate it when the mailman gives us a miss. Even when the mail is just catalogs, at least we've gotten something. Not finding any mail in the box leaves me wrong-footed on the day, somehow. So, a rambling kind of post while the backbrain gets on the case.
While waiting for the backbrain in get its act in gear
A longish, rambling blog post about the weather, and the backbrain, and what's left to write on the book