We've had some wonderful weather the last couple of days; a perfect start to the weekend, or so I thought. My daughter is home and we were going to go to the Art Institute and dinner downtown.
The bleary, rainy and cold morning changed our plans, so instead we went shopping at Northbrook Court, got a pair of colorful beaded sandals; just the thing I couldn't wear today, because it was cold and rainy. We went to Costco, my home away from home and came back long enough to drop off the packages and go pick up a Sushi dinner.
All in all a terrific day, and tomorrow I'm joining the rest of my family and friends for a brunch. Now much time for writing, but I'm spending time with family and friends, and you can't beat that.
Last weekend, I actually wrote eight perfect pages in A Hotel in Venice. I would have written more, but they wouldn't have been perfect. I keep telling myself that, made a couple of changes in A Hotel in Bath. I don't think I'll ever put it away until it is sold. And it will be sold.
Again, that is what I'm telling myself.
Till next time,
A Hotel in Paris