Write a short story exactly as many words long as how old you are in years.
In his late teens, he would sometimes travel from school in Gainesville to home in Miami Beach for the weekend. His BMW had a faring and windshield and was great for the 6-hour trip. He loved that bike!
Sleep-deprived, he headed out one Friday night and ended up falling asleep ‘at the wheel.’
When he came to, he was coasting through a row of trees and regained control.
Life is good.
So I’ve been sorting out why sending webmentions was failing and may have fixed the problem. I guess we’ll see.
Hi again John.