Today we remove to Long Beach Island, where the weather will be glorious.
A long, strange week. We had a weird cough that we've only now shaken. We're dealing with a bout of Plantar Fasciitis. We actually hit the gym everyday Friday-Wednesday, which brought about the Plantar Fasciitis.
We skipped a post on Thursday, something so rare that one friend asked if we'd finally been pinched. We haven't been pinched, nicked, nor lifted. We admit to feeling a bit indifferent to this endeavor. Next April 8th will be this blog's tenth anniversary and this is post 5754...hmmm.
Honestly, we had a hell of a time focusing on our job this week, no idea why. We probably just need a change. That comes in ten days when school begins anew. We're thinking it's time to write in coffee shops again.
The things.
There's not a whole lot to report, actually. We've begun the War Night F-101 Voodoo story, Voodoo Genie. We've done a lot of research on the CF-101 Voodoo and Canada's role in NORAD. We've listened to some interviews with some very nice Canadian CF-101 pilots. We wrote a few scenes in World War 1990: Thatcher's War. The slog continues. At the beach we'll be reading up some more on the Troubles.
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