I was supposed to be flying to Savannah today. I had reservations at the Ballastone Inn. I was looking forward to the ghost tours. It's been more than five years since my last vacation, though that one was to Paris. This one has already been rescheduled twice. But GLS had something come up at the last minute with his law practice. Ah well! Such are the perils of self-employment.
On the upside, I got two scenes done on my novel mss today. That's nine pages, which is basically my max for one day's new draft efforts.
Thanks to JLH and HB for their sweet cards!