Oh to be here.
The children off to day camp. A morning with nothing better to do than watch the bubbles rise from the bottom of a glass of ginger ale. A new table runner to start weaving, but having to wait for the lady to approve the design. No point in starting today, what with the colorway not decided and that not being something that can be switched out.
my new short fiction piece published to my Substack at the link if you’d like to read the rest.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-1985-on-the-outskirts
