Please lord let my country this *one time* elect a progressive candidate. Come on!
Puppy lady visited tonight and of course our house checked out fine. Looks like we may get our dog sometime after Saturday (when she gets spayed).
Dinner this evening is cheese&crackers, and some frozen cherries. Very small. I’m not terribly hungry.
Listening to the Giants game. Zito pitching. Brian is at hapkido class.
Thinking relentlessly about my novel. Found out our fifty-something neighbor is also writing a book; he’s been working on it for five years. He’s in the Navy. I wonder what his book is about.
Anyway now that my office is nice and tidy I really am running out of excuses not to write.
Last night I had a dream that I was getting piggyback rides from a big strong guy, could have been a fictional character of my creation, in any case, no one I knew. It was fun.
Rain is going tap tap tap on the shingles.
GOBAMA!
:woot:
Come on!
I’m hearing this in an Arrested Development voice.
Oh yes, it was typed in GOB’s voice.