Running out the door. Time for a few quick notes.
Already today I wrote, exercised, made a dish for a potluck and burned my arm because I can’t seem to cook without injuring myself.
Sparky, Day 10. Removed from water.
Like many, I also spent part of the day mourning the fairly doody Battlestar Galactica series finale.
Yikes. And I thought I was disappointed.
Did Starbuck actually utter the line: “There must be some way out of here?”