Scottish Festival

Had writing group today. They had some advice for me regarding a day too many in a chapter (an extra day that wasn't described) and how I had Connor driving a car at fourteen (an accident, since I've changed the current age of the character). Everything is helpful.

I went to the Scottish Festival with Wren, Robin, and Elijah last weekend. I had never been. It was full of music and kilts and men throwing tree trunks. The day was hot, needless to say, and we spent a lot of time sweating. I ate four frozen strawberries dipped in chocolate to cool down. So what if I got strawberry juice on my white shirt. We saw a great singer and storyteller, Ed Miller, a Scot who lives in the US. His fiddler was excellent--I think his name was John Taylor--another Scot with poufy white hair that stood up in a mane. At the end of the day, around 9:30, they had an event called Fiddle Faddle in which all the fiddlers got together and jammed. It was quite amazing. I don't know if they all know the same songs or they just hear what is going and join in somehow. I don't think I ever jammed on the string bass.

I continue to sleep well. I've had one restless night but in all things have been very good. I don't know if under the sleep med I was sleeping well only at the beginning of the night and then waking when it wore off or what. I also wonder if the sleep med made me sleepy during the day. I still want to take a nap on many days but I don't think so much as formerly.

I'm reading Their Hearts Were Young and Gay, the true story of two American girls who go abroad in the '20's. It's wonderfully funny.