Day of the Dead

Shannon and I napped, rose, and were at Ava Roasteria just before midnight.  Warm beverages, a fruit tray, and she spun while I tapped out 2,000 words.  I am deeply pleased.

And ready for bed.  ’Night.

Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry

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