You could call it a blustery day here. Nice cold rain. Definitely a good time for tea.
Writing chapter two of a new book. I hope that Marianne grows up better than I did. It’s a bit painful going back and trying to remember what it was like in 1999. It feels like a very long time since we’ve had any sort of collective optimism. It wasn’t just being young, either. It was the beginning of a new millennium. Awesome things could happen, right?
That said, I didn’t have a pot to piss in, much less a fancy one.
Rei Fletcher 