Sunday, March 29, 2026 – Orlando, Florida

Hi, everyone.

It’s a warm, gray‑shrouded early spring Sunday here in my corner of Orange County on this last weekend of March 2026. The kind of day that feels like it’s holding its breath — not quite bright, not quite gloomy, just wrapped in a soft, humid hush. As I write this in the early afternoon, we’ve already hit the forecast high of 75°F (24°C). The sky is a solid sheet of cloud, and the Orlando Metro area is expecting a few light showers later on. Nothing dramatic, just enough to make the pavement glisten and the air smell faintly of rain.

My day started earlier than I intended, thanks to a pair of emails from Kindle Direct Publishing — one at 5:33 a.m., the next at 5:57 — letting me know that the updated hardcover and paperback editions of Reunion: Coda are now live on Amazon. Not a bad way to greet the morning, even if it arrived before the sun and long before my brain had fully clocked in.

If you read yesterday’s posts, you already know what prompted this latest round of corrections. For years, I operated under the mistaken belief that Kinloch Park Elementary was part of the South Miami High School feeder pattern back in the 1980s. It turns out that’s… geographically impossible. Kinloch Park isn’t remotely close to my alma mater, nor is it in the same administrative region. Why did I think Jim Garraty and Mark Prieto went there? I honestly couldn’t tell you. Maybe I just liked the rhythm of the name and let it stick.

What matters is that I mentioned the school six times throughout the narrative — six! — and every one of those references needed to be corrected. So now, where it always should have been, the boys attend South Miami Elementary. A small but important fix, the kind that keeps the Garratyverse aligned with the real geography that shaped it.

There’s something oddly satisfying about these little acts of stewardship. They’re not glamorous, and they don’t come with fanfare, but they keep the world I’m building honest. And on a sleepy, gray Sunday like this one, that feels like enough — a quiet bit of creative housekeeping while the clouds drift overhead and the day ambles along at its own unhurried pace.

More tomorrow, once I’ve had a bit more rest and maybe a stronger cup of coffee.