Good morning from the Ridge High School debate invitational where we ae a judge. This will be an all-day affair. Wish us luck.
A fine Shabot service last night, led by Mrs. Stroock and Oldest Daughter as our rabbi is on sabbatical. We were sitting in the front row and kept making faces at them.
A good week at the gym, but we are feeling fatigued, tired and bored.
The Things.*
We made excellent progress with the War Night Silo story. Then we realized we hadn't named the silo or the silo's missile wing. We haven't even named the story. It's a Titan II base in Arkansas, Little Rock AFB. We may just make up locale. We actually set this up way back in The Great Nuclear War of 1975, where Rumsfeld tells Rockefeller that one silo in Arkansas survived. Overall War Night is 19,000 words.
We are more than halfway done with the World War 1990: Norway read through. Things are fine, but we're feeling a vague yet persistent nag. We hate that. Norway is 73,000 words.
*Do any of you people recall how we used to title the writing update section? We know we didn't always say, 'The Things'. What else did we say?
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