Thawing Out in the Midst of Icebergs

Hurrah!  The writer's block has unfrozen.  Who woulda thought it'd take me returning to The Land of Frozen Sewers to get un-tube-blocked?  Two scenes have been successfully edited just today!  Goal:  get this edit completed and get Stubborn in the Right Hands by the end of this year.  We will see.

Reading last Sunday's post I was struck by the self-pitying misery.  Faithful reader, why didn't you reach through my monitor and smack me in the back of my head? 

Hubby circumvented Tuesday's pre-Wednesday travel moping misery by taking me to an indoor go-cart race track.  For grown people.  Heck, these carts were nothing like I remembered as a little kid, scrawny things with lawnmower engines.  No - hell for stout with seriously amped-up engines that went real fast around a LeMans-style track.  Zoom!

What great fun!  Until the next morning.  Cripes, it felt like we'd been in a mondo rock-tumbling machine.  We had bruises all over and sore in places where we didn't know we had places.  Oh well, that's why God made ibuprofen.

Go Speed Racer, Go!