I am sitting in a quiet house and can hear the train whistle off in the distance. It is 11:23 pm and we’ve had a long but good day. We just returned from a party at the home of our friends Darrah Dunn and Shann Schubert. There we saw old friends and also one new one: my cousin Lee’s friend, David Dickson, who recently moved to Denison. David and I got to know each other a little better and also commiserated about writing. I can see why my cousin is fond of him. I expect Ray and I will get to know him even better on subsequent trips to Texas since it’s clear we have a lot in common. It was great to see our old friends as well. It always feels as if I am just picking up a conversation we started a week or so ago with them rather than the several months back. That’s a good feeling.
Earlier we worked here at home on a whole slew of different projects, plus I had a telephone session with one of my students in LA for 1 1/2 hours.
All in all, a fine day. No big shakes. Just a day where we did what needed to be done.
I am now off for what I hope will be a very good night sleep.
Good night, my friends. I’ll write again tomorrow.
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