In the past, I would spend the Texans’ bye week going out to West Texas or somewhere in central Texas with a tent, some beans, and some books to cleanse my cyber soul. This weekend, however, I will stay here in town.
My big girl dog chewed up a bottle of Advil. I’ll never have any money again. Please subscribe to the podcast. I’m starving. I’ll soon be evicted. I’m exhausted from the past three weeks of travel, work, illness, friends in town, writing, podding, and lack of sleep. So instead of wallowing around in the grey skies, under a shroud of rain and yellowed and red leaves, I’ll be here, getting strong, atching J.