got an interesting letter, at least the address was, on the front, it said something like AUTHOR EXTRAORDINAIRE and of course having a merely human ego I couldn’t wait ’til I got home to open it but somewhere between the post office and the general store I lost it, the frustrating exercise of ‘searching everywhere’. the horror of going through the garbage, the coffee grounds, the ranch dressing. whoever wrote it my apologies. I will probably never know what was in it.

advent, December in the hill country, rainy and cold. one-handed typing. sucks.

but I love the cold