Have you ever run into one of those sunsets that just slows every thought in your head like a ladel dragging through a deep bowl of syrup?
OK, maybe not. I'm dysfunctional that way.
This one hit me a few weeks ago. It was like a huge hand was reaching up and drawing down the shades for the day.
The proofed book manuscript is back with the publisher now. I am also sleeping a bit more. We had a lot of 'input' on the layout, so here's hoping against that the spontaneous birthing of any cattle on their part.
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