My ears are ringing. I've struggled with a migraine all day, although was able to keep it at bay enough to enjoy a Patriots Day parade and a gardening session. I'm commuting over 70 miles each day to get to my latest job and I've been struggling with a virus that just won't give up. I've been kept from Maggie and Della and I feel like they're both in suspended animation somehow, frozen in time and space as they wait for my next directive. And Dan, the blind head of computer systems for the city of Boston, has just walked through Della's door and into the life of the story. But no: He's still at the door, holding a six-pack of some very good ale, as his guide dog (Samson) waits patiently.

And there they wait. I've overcome one problem with the progression of the story line and have been ready to jump back in and get writing again. I am so ready, but other duties call. I'm in my "mute, inglorious Milton" phase, a writer but for the time.

Well, at least the garden is started and that will figure prominently in the stories. Della loves to garden, even as blind as she is. I've decided to make Dan and Maggie's husband, Alex, best buddies after they meet. It'll be a little bit of male bonding in an overwhelmingly female story.

If someone hits the lottery and would like to share, please do let me know!

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