It’s a rainy evening in Red Fork. I’ve got a clean office to work in, a pot of Irish oatmeal simmering on the stove for supper, and a mug of hot cider close at hand. The dogs are quiet, and so am I. Feels like a good night to shut off the phone and settle in with a stack of magazines.

Hope your evening is as peaceful as mine.



2 thoughts on “Quiet”

  1. You just made all of your readers jealous! An evening with a pile of magazines sounds wonderful.

    However, you earned it by running those 12 miles. I am still in awe of your ability to do that.

  2. Thanks! Don’t get too awestruck, though. Distance running is 99 percent mental and 1 percent finding time in your schedule to do it. It looks physical, but it really isn’t. If it were, the girl who faked cramps every day to get out of P.E. in high school would never be able to pull it off. 🙂

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