A hundred miles from D.C.
The bad news: after nearly ten hours on this bus, my old guy’s ass has fully atrophied, and I don’t think I will ever walk again. So much for my plans to run the Boston Marathon in record time.
The good news: I’ve been listening to Face to Face on my rasta headphones, and I’ve hammered out 2,600 words for the new book. It ain’t any good, but it’s 2,600 words that didn’t exist 24 hours ago.
In other news, I have no idea what state we are in, but I suspect it doesn’t matter.