When the TV's blaring--it always does--and the cats want to climb on you or fight at your feet, and you need to write....
and why are you stuck inside on a beautiful, brisk fall day anyway?
Trying to write a monthly column, with tech difficulties to boot, then it's time to get outside, light a fire in the chiminea, smell the pinon smoke, get a cup of coffee, and at least trade the outdoor sounds--barking dogs, some bird song, and very distant traffic--for being cooped up.
Seeking inspiration and answers for an article, pinon helps to be thinking of New Mexico. Peace.
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