We got to the ferry landing late tonight and had the whole ferry to ourselves on the way over to the island.
Tomorrow is writing day; my short-short story is beginning to boil over in my head and it's time to put it in writing.
It's freezing cold tonight, but warming up as the weekend progresses - 70 degrees on Sunday will feel mighty fine.
I tell my dad it's not his age that's making him feel old, it's mine. I'm getting a good taste of that as my youngest girl turns 24 this weekend.
I need a disconnect from work and housework. Starting right now.
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