The 4:10 to Cold Spring
Maybe I should just grab a camera and take pictures on the train. Easier on the fingers.
Of man bags and quiet cars. Edited for minor errors. I may just take up bowling, it's easier on the brain.
"Got a ukulele/Now I'm not a fraidy/Cat in case I get a bout of blues" Loudon Wainwright III
Monday writes are just what I suspected they'd be. Too much like work.
Chugging along on hump day. Some annoying mistakes. But that's the trouble with writing on the train. I have to go home and figure out what I wrote and then type it out.