Yesterday, the courthouse groundskeeper was busy putting up fresh evergreen garland around the lampposts that dot the square. Today, he was busy mowing the lawn and it felt like spring. I know it’s Iowa and the weather will change at the drop of a hat, but dude – it’s November. Get with the program.
Just don’t swear. You can hold off on that till after New Year’s.
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So I’ve finished Chapter 9 and am well into it with Chapter 10. But due to a migraine of epic proportions, my writing and computer time has been all out of whack the last couple of days. Thankfully, I’m finally feeling better. Yay! Just in time for Thanksgiving on Thursday, when I will hopefully avoid food coma but probably not football apathy.
Oh, right, you wanted a story snippet, didn’t you? How silly of me. 😀
Michael considered his father. He was not now, nor had he ever been, the most open of men. In fact, he had often wondered what his mother had seen in such a buttoned-down man, but clearly she had been privy to information to which he was not. This chink in his father’s armor had shown him a whole new side of a man he thought he knew as well as himself. He liked this new side of his father much better.
So there you go! A little insight into the Briant family. Happy Tuesday!
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Suddenly they all died. The end. 