Slept in again this morning , and not because I stayed up late. When the alarm clock went off this morning, I simply turned it off and rolled over. This is getting to be a bad habit, I think. Perhaps I'm going through the winter doldrums.
The temps might warm up into the mid-30's next week. This winter is colder than the last two. The snow and ice are non-relenting. The roads and sidewalks are clear, but crunchy, crusty, icy snow covers everything else.
My upstairs desk chair broke. The seat no longer stays at the height I want, sinking as low as it can go within in few minutes after I sit down. It's a gaming chair and a lot of gamers like sitting low to the ground, I don't. That's one of the reasons I drive an SUV, so my ass isn't riding a foot above the road. This means the search will soon begin for a new desk chair.
The Body in Repose is over half complete. The rewrite is going in fast. This is what it looks like, in case any of you are wondering. So, how important do you think the sentence, 'Bobby sat back in his chair and popped the top of another Anchor Beer,' is to the story? Hhhmmm