Yesterday I borrowed Margi's pole and went fishing at Lake Ilo, just outside of Dunn Center. The weather was almost balmy. I liked sitting there daydreaming, so thankfully no fish bit the gummi worm. Then I went to Watership Down and slept.
I've started a book called The Virginian, by Owen Wister. It was written in the 1800s and is considered the first "western"--a precursor to the works of Zane Grey, Will James, and Louis L'Amour.
Boring entry, I know. ; )
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