I am writing a book about history.
Here's what I've found:
All roads seem to intersect across the pages on my desk.
Speaking of my desk -- to all the people I've promised bookplates, signed books, and other goodies, they are being mailed out today. That means Michigan, Alabama, and Virginia have some dark materials on the way.
Also on the subject of my desk, I bought a new computer a couple days ago, and there still isn't enough room available on my desk to set it up and swap all the data across from the one I am using to produce today's post.
I will work on it sometime this week.
And that was my day. You know what I mean.
