I’m on a mini-retreat to Lincoln, NE, sitting in The Mill (a coffee shop) writing this. There is a farmer’s market setting up nearby and I’m thinking of wandering over there. The coffee is very good here, but I’m in danger of being overcaffeinated. Hope to get some writing done here.
I slept through the fireworks last night. Richard was watching them from the hotel room (we tend to rent from the top floors so we can watch fireworks). Apparently, there was lightning in with the fireworks. I’m sorry I missed that.
I like Lincoln. It’s quirky and cosmopolitan and laid back in the summer (I don’t go here during football season, when the stadium is the second-biggest city in the state during home games). We’re in the Haymarket neighborhood, which exudes cool.
Wish me luck — I’m going to try to do something productive!
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