This was the week that was...I think

Prehaps this entry should be labelled "Whip OUT."

A simple explanation: Gary had a cold; now I have a cold. And no progress has been made on any front.

This morning, after a solid night's sleep, Ginger and I walked across to the park and took a couple of pictures. Actually, Ginger just sniffed around and charged in all the leaves.

This picture shows our new dock (the neighborhood, not our personal). I thought the light was just perfect. The Milwaukee River is across the street from our house. When you open my front door, you see the neighborhood park that fronts the river.

No progress on the novel. I guess you could say that the drugs for the cold are interfering with the channelling.