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In the Red Zone

 In the Red Zone is a phrase from Football that means the ball is close to the goal line. It is meant to raise the expectations of success. 

Yesterday I was in the red zone with my vote. I had received my ballot last Friday, September, 25th. Yesterday during lunch with my friend Micelle Mooney, we went through the witnessing ceremony. I stopped at the Eastside Library, walked up to the dropbox on the sidewalk near the entrance, put the ballot through the slot, and scored.😄😄

I hope everyone knows that the ballots are picked up every day and you can go to MyVote.wi.gov and check to see if it's been scanned as received and after Nov. 3rd to confirm it was counted.


Still in the Red Zone

This week Pam Frautchi and I finished the second line-by-line edit of my novel, 26 Women. I have to go through it for some continuity issues and some extensive rewriting in a couple of areas, but I'm close to publishing it.

I'm on my own twenty-yard line with a new idea. My new character is a mid seventy years old independent-minded guy who suddenly is faced with being stuck in a rest home and he doesn't like it. 

The authoritarian manger, the sweet-talking dietician, the by-the-book social worker, the face facts doctors, the charming young nurse's aids, and night nurse who thinks she knows what he needs to loosen him up, all fail to convince him the resistance is futile. 

Jamieson "Jamie" Harold Coughlin (JHC anagram Jesus H Christ) is taking anything but freedom from the clutches of all of these people who seem to have nothing but his best interests in mind. I'm going to have fun with this one.


Stay Safe, Stay Healthy, Be sure you're counted in the census, And for crying out loud VOTE!

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