Maybe one more toasty day, and then the heat here in the North may break. I hope so. Otherwise, my golf game on Tuesday will be less like a stroll down a green fairway and more like the March to Bataan.
I’ve just finished one library book (The Crossing Places by
Elly Griffiths) and now I’m on to another, this one by Martha Grimes. As I plod
on, writing the seventh chapter of my own book, passages like the following
stop me in my tracks.