Sundays

Emerson and Hank typically finish the paper around one o’clock and are, understandably, in need of a short nap. Leigh and I have made our pilgrimage to Dunkin’ Donuts and, fortified with sugars of all varieties, are deep into quiet building tasks. The work really never stops.



Someone I know (wielding a screw gun above) is doing her first day on a daytime soap tomorrow! Some extra work, but that’s how they get to know you. And as soon as they figure out how well she can wield a screw gun…well, the sky’s the limit.