One of the things I like best about Facebook is the way it dishes up random memories. Colin was playing crack, er, technology dealer one rainy afternoon exposing Charlie to the devil in the box. Charlie was still doubtful.
We remain well and safe. For the first time in memory, pollen levels in excess of 8000 have made me think I have a summer cold with the eye-watering and sneezing.
My day job continues, although they are beginning to offer days off because there is so little traffic. I anticipate layoffs unless the sales team has shifted its attention away from the hospitality sector.
Anyone else succumbing to Sloth in a big way? The shower and hair wash was a delicious treat this morning. Way overdue.
I was also mean to an online acquaintance last night. He posted a challenge. List six concerts you've been to, one being a lie. His list was such that I asked if he was Amish? Really, Pat Boone? The BeeGees. Harry Chapin? Then I couldn't stop laughing at my own mean joke until I peed myself.
I was going to start a new stitch adventure this morning but Bailey, aka Killah, wouldn't give up the chair. If you pick him up to move him, he will be back in the chair before you can turn around and plant your ass.
The sun holds on, but it's a bit brisk to go out with wet hair and the sniffles.
All that and I've lucked into a crackerjack beta-reader with a wicked eye and a sharp red pen who has confirmed that Prophets Tango is NOT ready for publication yet. Editing - the ever-shitting, I mean shifting tide of opinion and facts, flows on. and on.....sigh.
2 comments:
evil eye ... oops, I mean eagle eye editors are the best worst thing on the planet ;)
(((Deb))) look forward to reading the rest of your book when you're ready, Enjoyed the taster!
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