Time is moving slowly in my disconnected state. One tiny piece of time every once in a while. Find myself at another internet point. I seem to know the hospitals, Internet points, and buses rather well. Oh, and l’autobus in August, no fun.
Anyway, the eighth is around the corner, waiting for the sand to trickle by. Then, an inundation of pictures, words, etc.
And writing projects are forming. Need to research. Need the net.
Let me know how you are all doing.