TaurusThe now famous 1996 Ford Taurus, our only so-you-want- to-be-an-author car was dead in the driveway when we got home from Mexico yesterday.  Not too surprising as it has been sitting in the driveway  for months.  I charged the battery yesterday.  Started fine, but the poor old thing was dead again this morning.

mailTook my dry cleaning in, picked up 400 pounds of mail to add to the 1000 pounds S&K have been picking up while we were gone  (looking at the piles I felt like Santa), and I had a new battery put in.  We’re hoping the new battery will be enough for the Taurus to forgive us for our neglect.  The house is now only a semi-disaster.  Marie has manged to get some of the essentials back in their places, but it will be several days until things are back together.

Those pitiful errands taken care of I am now squeezed into the clutter calledIQ2 Small Cover my office working on I,Q2.  Back on the computer transcribing what I’ve managed to scratch into the Moleskine the past few days.  And here I will stay for the next 6 days trying to get this draft finished before we take off for Reno on Friday morning.  No, we are  not going down there to gamble.  Marie and I are both speaking at a conference in Nevada.

All I need to do now it string together about seven full days of writing and I,Q2 will be on it’s way.