Being famous as a writer is like being famous in a village. It’s not really any very heady fame.
Peter Carey
Went to the village to pickup freight. Catfood, D batteries, Honey, new pulse meter, new battery powered handheld vac, and probably more beans. You can’t have too many beans.
All before breakfast and vitamins. I made it there and back again mostly unscathed. I did bump my driveway truck. That stopped me from sinking into a deep snow bank.
The truck took more damage than Gracie did. I am thankful for that.
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