Busy stuff today. It’s warm enough (again) to go to the gym, but I have to get an oil change in Donna’s car (which means I get to drive the new one!) and then run a grocery errand. Donna is doing a quick review of her second go-through on my new book, which means some time this week I’ll be starting on final draft stuff. So I have to get a few things out of the way.
Last night I had a phone interview for a job. I have serious problems with this, of course, but that’s a post for another day. Suffice it to say, I need Book Deal sooner than later, but that’s like (apparently) forestalling the advance of a glacier with a hair dryer. Grr.
Which brings me to my image for the month of February. This—
—was shot in Chicago, back in 2000. I like it. There’s symmetry, there’s detail, there’s iconic inference.
February is my month for crossing bridges. Sometimes you get stuck in the middle of a bridge that needs crossing because it seems like such a cool and safe place to be. Solid. You know where you are. The other side? Not so much.
Cross it, though. You’ll be glad you did.
