Well, it wasn’t pretty, but I did it.

I had an awesome dinner with one of the Daughters, Interrupted, and committed some sort of deadly sin with a hamburger that had an egg on top of it.

But I wrote it down, such as it was.

I have no attention span at all. Twenty-two more days of this? May as well be an eternity.

What the heck is she doing now?

© E. Stocking Evans 2016