The week dawns with your author weary and sad. The end of last week and the weekend brought several phone calls about friends and associates in health crises, some of them covid-related, and the unrelenting drum beat of bad news from California, Louisiana, Haiti, and Afghanistan.
It is down right debilitating! But I managed to make it to Brunch with the Belles, did three pieces of vital research related to The Forgotten Daughter (the price of a man’s suit in 1818 for one), watched the remaining episodes of The Chosen and two more of Ted Lasso Season 2, and addressed a looming tomato crisis. I now have several jars of sauce in my fridge and a couple more pages in my work-in-process.
This week I plan to complete another 12,000 words in The Forgotten Daughter. Really. But first, coffee.