degringolade | Daily Dozen

Realism / Nicolae Vermont/ The Way Home

I have been spending my writing time actually trying to write a trashy fiction book. I can't say that I will finish, but for some reason it seems to satisfy this unnatural urge to put 0's and 1's down onto a piece of silicon. Well, as far as perversions go, it is pretty innocuous.

Still in a stretch of bad weather here in the upper left. Maybe not bad as much as tiresome. The middle part of the country is in a drought that doesn't seem to be getting better. This always tempers my short-sighted and self-centered grumpiness about being a shut in during the rain (and no, I don't like being out in the rain). So I am waiting for the summer, which is the best time of the year to live here.

Nothing much to report, just drank my second cup of coffee and now deciding what, if anything I want to accomplish today.