Tossed around a volleyball at bootcamp today. Everyday is different. But, it brought back some rather horrific high school memories. Interesting. Things that I have not remembered in a very long time.
The first publisher I ever worked for passed away earlier this week. Diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in January and gone in February. Harsh. He definitely installed in me a love of community newspapers. And I give him some credit for being back in the world of publishing now.
I won tickets to a hockey game this Saturday night. And I am bowling for Big Brothers and Sisters Saturday afternoon.
Writing and story telling retreat in the Pacific NW in the fall. How much do I want to go to that!
2 comments:
I think that retreat could be very lovely.
it's weird that you say in the fall. what if we're not even here? weird weird thought.
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