Up until my 82nd minute of this morning's commute, I was feeling pretty damned good about myself.
So here we are, Thanksgiving is gone and already we're knee deep in the Christmas shopping season. Our Christmas trees are up, and we've already begun shopping for our family. I know if I have to make one more trip to the mall on a Saturday I'm going to have to choke someone. People come out of the woodwork at Christmas, man. Have you seen the classic, "Rudolph" claymation bit? Remember the Isle of the Misfit Toys? Well, that's the human equivalent of what crawls out of the woodwork during shopping season. It can get pretty scary.
December has roared in with a bang. It's pouring outside and about 42 degrees. I mean it's nasty. The dog won't even venture out to take a crap that's how bad it is. Now there's talk of snow on Friday. I've got to admit that I get a little giddy when I hear about snow, considering that I've seen it maybe 10 days of my entire adult life. Pathetic, I know.
I've been toying around with the idea of posting pics on the blog and using this venue as more of a facebook/myspace for myself until I get my books rolling. The new iPhone makes it possible for me to do a lot more with this sort of stuff.
The books are still coming along, albeit it really slowly. God willing there won't be any more rewrites.
Until next time...
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