The ice machine is WORKING. In the “new” kitchen—new to us, but definitely not objectively new—there was no hose or other water access for the fridge to use for ice. It’s not that far from the sink, so running a hose wouldn’t be THAT big of a deal, but still… We’d...

Truckin away, y’all. Had a SOLID writing session this morning. Whew! It was sketch work, just to get me back into the flow of the story. And, by that I mean: nothing in depth. Character arcs/relationships. Set pieces. Some notes/ideas on setting. That kind of thing....

Unfulfilled dreams. They’re the hardest thing to accept; to be complete in our un-completeness. To not compare. To live in the moment. Liz is reading a book right now that just had a much more well-spoken passage about that idea, but that’s what sticks with me right...