And not a drop of ink. Or a moment to think. I need a drink. (Does anyone remember “The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner”?)

I was going to write a new blog tonight but i drowned in a new bog of papers. Well, from bog to blog: among other things I found a few essays and trial chapters and some material I prepared for a workshop on memoir writing for an INLNA (Icelandic National League of North America) meting that was held in Toronto some 30-40 years ago. I tossed a lot but I had to read a lot before I tossed. So the time has gone by. I did find a nice little piece about pillows that I’ll copy and share with you tomorrow.

It’s pillow time for me now.