The outline beckons

so today's entry will be short. The morning walk took us into the cold but beautiful day. After the first half mile, only my face was cold, but it stayed frigid the entire way. So it goes, I suppose, though perhaps I could wear a balaclava and pretend I'm on a night mission to free hostages...or not.

By the way, Sarah's RPS streak ended tonight, as I won a close match. Whew; she had beaten me seven times in a row, and I was growing nervous.

One of these days, I'll actually start writing Overthrowing Heaven. Until then, I'll charge ahead on the outline.