We are supposed to be here this week.

It’s near our campsite in Indiana. The plan was to leave last Saturday, camp until Friday, and come home so I could leave again on Sunday to help a family member. There’s nothing like a sudden illness to clear your calendar.

Don’t worry, it’s not Covid. We were tested. We have been down with what seems to be the same cold virus for a week. All of our plans have been scuttled.

It’s annoying. I get good work done in the camper, and I get to see my dad and bonus mom. I was looking forward to the other trip, too. I’m sure something good will come from having to back up and punt. I’ll have to wait and see. Maybe we’ll get to the camper one more time this year.

I’ve had good chats with the editors about book 3. The plotting is slow going, but it’s going, and the process is teaching me how to think through the book in advance. We never really get off the learning curve, do we? The path curves, but it’s always uphill.

Wishing you a smooth, shady spot in your path today.