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I talked about sour dough, X4, and what a beautiful morning to walk in. Chilly but a nice amount of sun to keep my nose from freezing.

Dark and dreary. Cold and windy. It even spit snow a little.

I talked meditating, bread, and starter. There might be a lot of boot sounds. I edited out a neighbor’s conversation that I inadvertently recorded without permission. You might notice the beep, if not a change in audio quality because I used Audacity to export it.

I talked about time change, baking with Red Star, and maybe re-thinking how I’m going about the day.

I have a new mission. 40 miles. Two out of three days this month. Can I do it? We’ll see.

I talked about Fountain Pen Day and Wandering Inn, along with my new goal.

Gray and dreary morning out there. I talked almost exclusively about why I only read self-published books and made have thrown a little shade at scammers who take advantage of writers who think they’re going to hire somebody to self publish for them.

The first morning of 30F weather. It got up to 32F by the time I got around to turning on the mic but chilly morning.

I’m feeling much better, the car situation has been resolved (mostly), and I talked about Wandering Inn, poking the bear about criticizing other writers, and a gorgeous fall morning.

Talked a lot about Shepherd.com this morning. A bit about Sunken Spaceship and noted that I’ve checked into The Wandering Inn for the week.

I almost skipped this morning until somebody reminded me that Sunday is the most peaceful, quiet day of the week for morning walks. It’s a chilly, dreary morning but I feel better for having braved it. It won’t be long before I’ll be cursing the ice and snow instead of the minor inconvenience of wet and cloudy mornings.

Almost forgot to post. Thank heaven for my checklist!

I talked about Wandering Inn, shepherd.com, and X4.

In a reversal of recent efforts, I waited until the morning warmed up before heading out for the walk. The rest of the day has been delayed accordingly.

I talked about writing – particularly the shift from “writing about the cat” to “visiting with Roger” and reading Wandering Inn.