Sweaty

Clouds are building up again, ominous music, the whole nine yards. Looks like thunderstorms on the way. I got the lawn mowed in the interval. Very humid, so I ended up with a soaked tee shirt even though the temp is only in the 70s.

Wrote a few hundred words this morning, got Grendel's Mom out of the lair where she has been healing from a gunshot wound....

(GHOST POINT is shaping up as sort of BEOWULF meets THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.)