Collected Thoughts

I'm back early. My relatives didn't drive me back, but the weather was nasty. Rain in the morning to clear off to scattered drizzling, to some sun shining before more rain. Rinse. Repeat. and the Forecast was for more or the same. Which means being stuck inside, which was driving me nuts with no real privacy (the rooms are tiny at our place, tiny tiny tiny) so I came back. I did get to take the kayak out a bit and that was nice, between the rains when the water was smooth.

I didn't get any writing done, except for my journal and that was mostly "family driving me crazy, great aunt hovering, want to walk, but it's pouring." type stuff. Got to chapter 8 in American Gods. I do like Neil Gaiman, why is it taking me so long to read that book?

Also I read some of Walt Whitman.

My grandmother found the edition I have and read some, not so much the poetry but the introductory stuff I think. The only thing she really said is "I learned things about Walt Whitman I didn't know." She didn't elaborate and I didn't ask.