It’s been a few times that I have been wondering your prolific, almost production line-type, writing. Surely it’s impossoble, I thought, but granny being granny, maybe she can do it. Day after day long rants about this and that and some days even more than that. It aint human! You go to well so often that you just might have emptied it for now. Like any other good well, it comes back if you stop scooping for a while. I bet it’s guys like me (your syber space lovers) that put some pressure on you, too. You might even feel obligated to write in order not to dissapoint.
Granny, give us your finger now and say: “Fuck you till my cows come home”…or something as poetic as that. Have a good rest, stay the hell out of your pc and remember, we love ya like monkeys love bananas!
I know what running out of gas is like I do it a lot lately. Remember, first clean the fish then cook and eat it.
Still trying to get all our stuff moved but my vacation started 2 hours ago and the new Dean Koontz book, The Husband, is sitting on my desk just teasing me.
Boy two new Koontz books in less than a year. Now if it keeps raining I will have something to do that dosen’t involve packing and lifting. 🙂
Sorry I’ve been away, work has been hectic with shutdowns and electric outages, I’ve been working my ass off and passing out on the couch when I get to the house. Here’s hoping today is a little better, the bosses are all home and I hope that things don’t go boom again. Get some rest for both of us.