Well,, no. It's still in the plastic.
Brush collection on Thanksgiving day, meant a huge cleanup of street, including disposing of 36 trillion acorns. Wonder if I could upload them to someone.
Finally, while talking to my fellow author-in-waiting in Dublin - who is one of the intended coded key holders to my Pulitzer-potential chapters - I noticed he'd fallen asleep. Just like when we were kids, and his mum would kick me out for the cold walk home. One thing about Skype is that you can shout at the recipient in a clear and very loud voice.
Tomorrow is another day...hopefully.
Oh, and a tad of interference from my pal.
He's even found the draw I hide my camera in.
