A frenzied twister of activity has taken me captive. I have escaped briefly to write you this note. I hope it finds you well. (the note, not the twister...)
- Planning a local book tour. It's like planning 10 weddings. Stop. Gave it to God and now He's making it into something else that's bigger. Stop. ... and possibly crazy. Stop.
- Next week we will be in a new house ... which is actually an old house ... which is actually the house we lived in 2 years ago ... and now half my stuff is in that house and half of it is in this house and half my brain is in this house and ... nevermind. Stop.
- Money squeeze. Stop.
Uh-oh ... gale-force winds tug at me again. Must ... hold ... on... must... finish... note!!