A Lotta Nada

I had coffee with a friend this morning. Very brief compared to our usual coffee marathons, but it was still well worth it. He had read three pages of my new book, but still found words of encouragement for me. I came home and wrote on the sweltering heat on the shady porch while my granddaughter had a spirited picnic next to me. It's amazing how a little encouragement helps my writerly intentions.

I complained about my difficulties learning a software program, telling him that our mutual friend, V, told me I had a psychological problem with technology. After I bitched about the program, he said, "You have a psychological problem with technology."

I'd like to be kayaking today. No technology required.