I finished my story about Braedon, with a fairly happy ending, thank you very much. (I tried hard for that one.) Turns out God goes by many names, who figured?
PHF gave me a funny look when I told him I should be rejoining life now, the story is done. "I shouldn't be so preoccupied now," I said.
"I didn't notice anything. You're always preoccupied, sleepless, and absent-minded."
We'll see what the crit group thinks of it. I hope it's decent.
Off to the lake tomorrow, old navy flag t-shirts in tow. I'm driving Monster, always fun through the Park. Have a happy evening of representative battles overhead with Neil Diamond playing in the background; I know I will.