1. Hail Is Hell. My car was damaged in a hailstorm this weekend. The windshield shattered, and the car has dents on the hood, roof, and trunk. Major dents. Dents caused by ice cubes the size of baseballs. The insurance company called the event a “catastrophe.” The windshield at least is getting repaired, but meanwhile I decided I don’t like hail. (If anyone wants to buy a perfectly functional, hail-dented car, do let me know.)
2. Hello and Goodbye. I’m back from a trip and about to leave on a trip. I’ll be gone tomorrow for a week to the only state that’s also an archipelago, where I will doubtlessly be one of the few tourists without a camera. If you want to know what Hawaii looks like, you’d better google it, because you’re not getting any photos out of me.
3. Things I Might Do on the Eight-Hour Flight.
- Read a novel.
- Write part of my own novel.
- Edit either or both of two possible novels.
- Rewrite a short story.
- Listen to music or podcasts.
- Journal.
- Play sudoku (expert).
- Read another novel.
- Sleep.
And I’m quite looking forward to it. Nothing makes an introvert happier than a long stretch of time in which to devise entertainments for herself.
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