I'm in Vermont. If you'll recall I told Mary I was gonna write 20 pages a day and she rolled her eyeballs. She was right. I wrote 11 pages today and I'm exhausted. Let's shoot for 11 every day. If I make it to 20 in a day I will let myself go buy that ugly sweater I like at the wool mill.
Also, last night it was 30 degrees here. Maybe I should have looked at a weather forecast before I left. I have one sweatshirt and 3 pairs of socks.