WISP (Woman In Sweat Pants) returns, today with a goal of continuing alone the prodigious pace set while running tandem with Jean.
The office has thawed to the point that I don’t have to chip ice off the keyboard, the horizon is edged with the first tinges of a decidedly salmon-pink hue, my timer is set up, my document is open, and I’m done procrastinating.
Today, for starters, Hawkspar finishes going up the companionway I left her at the foot of yesterday, and I find out what horrors are awaiting her on deck. Don’t actually know, yet. Thought it would be fun to find that out today.