Past 10.
After work, Patricia had an appointment. I used that time well. I marked up the latest draft of my true crime column for Frank Magazine. I won't have time tonight to type in those changes but should Friday evening.
I am already looking past this column to my next one, which I plan to be a missing persons case. It is my hope to have two, maybe even three, true crime articles in to my editor by the time Frank comes back from its summer vacation, in the middle of September. A little stockpile of these articles.
Tomorrow is Friday already. Where has the week gone? I was just remarking, to myself, because nobody else cares, that we have been back from vacation longer than we were on vacation. Where does the time go, anyway?
It is pushing 10:30. I think I will call it a day.
No. I am not going to do that silly joke again.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
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