The ending of my first book: The boy child briskly walks toward his father, trying to catch up to him. His father does not know he is following and unknowingly is leading his child into the hands of death.
Work was hell last week and will be for the next few weeks to come. The end is almost in sight, maybe not the end but a little lull. I went to my Grandparents this weekend. While there I put out some plants and Bach ate too much and got sick. He has not felt well all day. We went through the woods this morning and I tried to hide from him. Needless to say, he sniffed me out without a problem and did not see me until he was right on me. I need to start looking for another place to live with a yard.
Job is coming down next weekend; it will be good to see him. Encoded: She got and was good to worry; ne/pas. He is bringing Charity. I do miss that boy. Hopefully we will be able to go sailing. I shaved off my beard and now I hope it was not presumptuous of me.