Nonetheless, it is the middle of Iowa. The coffee I got this morning was so pale and weak I literally thought I'd gotten tea by accident. I mean, if there were text on the bottom of the cup you would have had no difficulty reading it. Inez took me out for Mexican last night; it was actually quite good, but as we were preparing to leave the gal at the next table asked me what I'd had. "Arroz con pollo," I said. She blinked and asked me what that was in English.
The school mascot is the beaver, which apparently most of the visiting lecturers find hilarious. As I'm from Oregon, the Beaver State, it's not funny but it is a bit distracting.
I got a lot of writing done on the plane yesterday: 1684 words for the day, total of 5363. Just the siege and aftermath to go. Unfortunately, the editor asked for 3000-5000 words, so once I'm done I'll have some cutting to do. More writing this morning, as I don't have any obligations today until lunchtime.
And that's the news from Storm Lake, where all the women are strong, all the men are good-looking, and all the students are jesus christ, was I ever that young?