Evening, Ralph.
1051 words, against all odds.
Next goal: to get a 1000 in before noon tomorrow, when Meghan comes to pick me up for our trip to the mall. We need to rebuild me from the (high) heels up, fashion-wise, since I’ve been wearing sweatshirts and yoga pants for three years. She has her work cut out for her. Think good thoughts for brave, brave Meghan.