I give up. Already.

I'm in Vermont.  If you'll recall I told Mary I was gonna write 20 pages a day and she rolled her eyeballs.  She was right.  I wrote 11 pages today and I'm exhausted.  Let's shoot for 11 every day.  If I make it to 20 in a day I will let myself go buy that ugly sweater I like at the wool mill.

Also, last night it was 30 degrees here.  Maybe I should have looked at a weather forecast before I left.  I have one sweatshirt and 3 pairs of socks.