Well, a happy Monday to each and everyone of you. I get to work today. Wow! Now isn't that exciting? For a full six hours. Those hours don't get me a lunch break, so around 1500 I'll take my standard break. That's right. I get breaks. 15 minutes at a shot. In a 6 hour shift, I get 2 breaks. Usually, I only take one twenty minute break. That's enough time to eat something and check through my emails.
I went down to York yesterday to have lunch with a friend. Lots of fun. We stopped by the Petco so I could look at what they had in stock for live plants. disappointment reigned. I'll probably end up driving down to That Fish Place, which is also now called That Pet Place.
Shortly after I post this, I'm going to see if I can fix my chair. How nice if it works! There's nothing like saving yourself a couple hundred dollar expense.
It's never too early to start thinking of the lyrics I'll be using for my next book. Right now it's looking a lot like it'll be called The Body Under Ice, however, that's always subject to change. Almost immediately this song popped into my head, you know, the land of the ice and snow. Of course, it all depends upon what strikes my fancy when I start writing. The Body on the Beach, about fossil hunters in Montana, made a big geographical shift to Colorado and became The Body in the Well. This means upstate Michigan in the winter may end up shifting to Amsterdam in the winter, and I might end up calling the book Hans Brinker and his Murderous Silver Skates.
So, did everybody get a jolly laugh from Loser #45's whine that the January 6 committee is going after children? I'm sure 40 year old Ivanka Danka's old man taught her quite well how to wield the knife in order to stab as deeply into the back as possible. Children? That's a laugh. He has spawn. Oh, and than there was the bit about Michael Cohen revealing Trump's dictum, 'if any of my kids go to jail, make sure it's Donny Jr, not Ivanka.' Nice, eh? I'm betting Thanksgivings for this family are a lot like Fight Club.
