After Pat and I talked for an hour this afternoon, Pat wrote her daughter Lesley:
We are all (all 3 of us) having such fun…blasting off in all our different directions…and, it’s the fact that we are BLASTING… that made us agree about greatness….yep……. “blasting” is the key.
Yes, we are blasting, but isn’t it weird how you can rocket through the universe without moving a muscle? Lesley is refining, refining her software. And Pat is patiently, patiently converting her contact database. And I am revising, revising my book (as of this evening called “Passion & Peril on the Silk Road [colon, dot, dot, dot]).”
I have been sitting so quietly at my computer — no TV, no radio, no music — I think I went out for a haircut on Wednesday — I’m surprised Jim hasn’t put a lampshade on my head. (That must mean I think my light is shining bright… hooray for blasting light into dark corners.)