It’s Walt Whitman‘s birthday and the old fireplace (not the currently used fire pit) seems to be bringing forth either raspberries or black berries. The berries are still small and green, but I have my eye on them. It seems like a good omen.
I think I can finish-finish my draft tonight. I have a coda that I think I don’t want anymore. I want that information, but I think I can move it to the chapter that more deals with that and just let the book end how it ends.
I like it. It’s either terribly hokey or perfect or both. But it works for me.
Today is my Friday since I am attempting to take every Friday this summer off. We’ll see if it’s possible, but I want to. I don’t have money to go anywhere, so I don’t want to sit around my house for two weeks, but I need to use the vacation days and twelve three-day weekends in a row sounds lovely.
I’m going to spend one of them at Traveller’s Rest, where I have never been. I know! I know. I’m rectifying it.
I love the idea of a long weekend every week all summer! I wanted to do that a couple of years ago (gotta use vacation time), but it didn’t work out. I hope it works out for you, because it sounds awesome.
Tomorrow is my last Friday off of a “10-week take Fridays off” we did at work. It’s been great, but be careful what you wish for, because now I’ve grown accustomed to having Friday off! It’s going to be very difficult to go back to a 5 day week next week.
I really like that idea!