March 8, 2022

Rain, pause, rain. Good for the garden. Lunch with CJ at White Duck beside the river, a pleasant locale. She and her sister were subjects of a “kidnaping” by their father, and spent two years on the lam. She remembered it as great fun. We met so I could give her a copy of ODN. She spent a chunk of time going on about the typos in Beautiful Necklaces. She said they didn’t ruin the experience of the story, but they clearly did. Even when I make it to print the universe plans some sort of mitigation to make it all pointless. Geese honked on the river as we ate.