I'm sitting in the Santa Rosa JC parking lot (one of many, actually) writing in a spiral notebook. It's a good thing, too, because if I didn't have to get here so ridiculously early to get a place to park, I might not have found a quiet time and place to write.
Usually I'm not alone in my car on these Tuesday nights, but Suzanne had a school function (at the one where she works, not here), so we're meeting in class this week. I was sort of hoping she'd pull her red Mustang into one of the spaces next to me, but so far it hasn't happened.
Oops. Here she is. Yay.