And in Michigan that means a number of things:
It's time to get your garden ready.
It's time to enjoy warmer weather.
It's time to hunt for morels.
Meanwhile, there's this thing called a novel I'm trying to turn into something resembling a professional, polished piece of work that an agent could be interested in selling for me.
Priorities ... priorities ...
No morels today. Mom found four.
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