I'm happy to report that
the book hasn't killed me yet I'm still alive.
I'm
not so happy to report that, in spite of taking an entire week off from the paying job, I'm
never gonna be done with the book still not done with the book.
Last but not least, I am
less than thrilled to report that I still haven't had time
to do anything other than gain five pounds from incessant, nervous eating due to the pressure of giving birth to this book take any new pictures. These came from a drive I took last night to
Sandpiper Reef in Hallieford to retrieve a mysterious package that had been left for me last weekend.
The contents of that mysterious package and the story behind who
might have left it have all the makings of a most excellent blog post, but only if I can confirm my suspicion about who left the package.
So, at the risk of
further alienating confusing you even more, I have to toss this question out to the one person (who may or may not be) reading who left that package at Sandpiper last weekend: Did I work with you in Charlottesville in the 1980s? If so,
what on Earth are/were you doing in Mathews? E-mail me at ChesapeakeBayWoman @ gmail.com and let me know. Either way, thanks for the contents of that package, which have brought back a whole flood of memories.
To everyone else, since I'm still under a tight deadline but now have to resume my normal commute, job, etc., the postings will continue to be sporadic until the majority of the book work is behind me. In other words,
until the year 2055 for the foreseeable future.
What have you been up to?
