There's something to be said for never being satisfied

I spent a couple of hours today rereading "Hillbilly Hunt" and "The Backroom", making revision notes on them. It'd been awhile since I finished them so I decided to see if I still liked them.

I don't.

I actually didn't anticipate any notes on "Hillbilly Hunt" because I'd already revised it twice, but when I started reading it, I realized it wasn't nearly as good as I remembered it. So it got a few notes, nothing major.

"The Backroom" is basically going to be rewritten. It's...disappointing.

The question is am I ever going to be satisfied? Probably not, but I know I will come to the point where I'll just throw my hands up and call it good enough and move on.

My dad bought a new grill. It's like the Cadillac of grills. Temperature settings and push button start and burners on the side. A true monument to outdoor culinary exploits.

Tomorrow, I'll be using it to cook dinner.

If I live, I'll tell the tale.