Quote of the Day

"My books are water; those of the great geniuses are wine.
Everybody drinks water." Mark Twain

TWENTY FOUR INCHES OF RAIN
When you live in the country and get this much rain the toilets don't work.
The lake is flowing into the yard.
My wonderful sand road to the house is flooded. It's 1/8 of a mile to the main road so I may be house-bound.
Lily kept her legs crossed all day yesterday and finally went when I carried her box into the garage.
Please excuse the spelling mistakes, my spellchecker is on the front porch waiting for the rain to stop, which won't happen anytime today.

This is a game called borrowed Titles:

Remembrance of Things Past---By Proust
Taken from:
"When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past."
Who wrote this?

Day five. 2500 words. Yesterday we had no electric so I wrote on paper. Oh well. I like what I wrote (that's something)
but one page a day isn't going to make the deadline.
Back to the hot seat, the grind, the tears.