Good Saturday morn, you brave survivors of Stroock's Books. Also, happy Valentines Day. For Valentines Day we got Mrs. Stroock working hard, being an engaged father, and 32 years of love and loyalty. As for the girls, they're here, ain't they?
We tried something different at the gym yesterday: elliptical followed by rowing machine, followed by elliptical, followed by rowing machine. Fifteen minutes per. It felt good, and so far, our knee hasn't exploded. Overall, we feel taut, based even.
Iran: at this point, we expect to awake one morning to news of the combined American/Israel attack on Iran and chaos in the skies. We shall see.
The Things.
Would one of you people please buy a copy of A Line Through the Desert?
This feels pretty superfluous, given our almost daily DOGE reports. Nevertheless...
We really don't know why we hate reading the physical proof of our novels so. But hate it we do. World War 1990: Ireland is coming along, slowly, but it's coming along. Meanwhile, the proofer is proofreading and progress is afoot.
We spent all week working on World War 1990: the Managua Campaign. We are pleased. That meeting/briefing scene is more or less okay. World War 1990: the Managua Campaign is 32,000 words.
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