People, my desire to sit out in the hammock and nap is so strong that I had to make myself a to-do list full of the shit I do every Sunday just to keep myself on track.
I could have spent all day at Watkins Park and been happy about it.
Quite possibly, my biggest thrill at the Confederate do-hickey was seeing all of the open tombs.
Remember, the spooky thing this year is “The Witch’s Friend” and next Sunday at the Southern Festival of Books. 1:30, me on the Chapter 16 stage, reading from A City of Ghosts, which, for the record, makes an excellent present for all your friends and relatives.
Tiny Cat Pants 