Working on the new book on the back deck of the farm. Deadline July 1st. Long days ahead regarding that. Meantime I’m building a stick-pile fence with the pieces of trees that have come down in the storms. (It’s in the fashion of a medieval stone wall; using it to close off a couple acres and make a sort of secret garden.) Outside all day and into the evening. Doing nothing else but those two things and rereading The Grapes of Wrath. There, my friend, is your prairie home companion. I wish you good luck every day.
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