Things are looking up over here.
I have some family additions on the way, and they appear happy and healthy.
I sold a non-fiction piece, which in the grand pantheon of writerly achievement may be small, but for me looms quite large.
I have a professional change coming up that I’m hugely excited about, and I think will shine some happiness into all corners of my life.
Just thought I would acknowledge all of the above. You never know when everything will go to crap, and I want to have this moment to savor.
Was your non-fiction story about the time Jim and Rich fought and lost a battle with a trash can outside the Dutch Goose in Topeka, KS ? (c. 1964).