Another wonderful day for writing, reading, walking the dogs, getting laundry done, and organizing today's trip into NYC for a Random Penguin House function at their headquarters. We will be E. Lockhart, a novelist that high school students love (and I'm brining her biggest teacher fan with me, so they can meet...sort of a gift to end her school year, because she's ga-ga about the writing and how her urban students love the work. I have to admit, I've never ready any of her books, but I can network, meet other writers, get copies of material not sent to me, and it will be a wonderful afternoon in the Apple.
I think it's been a short minute since I've ventured into the city. Covid sort of killed all that, because it helped me to realize, "Why would anyone want to live so on top of each other?" I much prefer the fresh air of the coastal towns...if I have to visit I can.
Leo and Bev brought cake and ice cream for the makeshift Father's Day event. That was a nice tough to finish out the evening...the weekend...the short spurt of writing performance I've been able to keep up with.
I'm up early to walk the dogs before we head to the trains. Ah...here's to an easy there and back.
