Mom and I planned a surgical strike shopping trip to Dublin today. We met at 11am, had lunch, shopped, and were done by 3pm. That, my friends, is how to get the Christmas shopping done.
It’s not entirely done, actually, but all the stuff going back to the States is bought. I’ll get wrapping paper tomorrow and maybe I’ll get packages in the mail on Thursday. That’d be best; the post office is always nuts on Friday.
On the train there and back again, I wrote 5200 words.
miles to Isengard: 341
ytd wordcount: 387,200
*HUGS*