Among many I'm sure. - This really is a post of little consequence. But here I am, sitting with the lappy at 11:40 P.M. Eastern time. I've had a rather busy day doing things like work and stuff. Of course the stuff is more fun.
I sat down earlier this evening and searched through RSS feeds to find something to post to website as is my typical evening habit.
But there I was, sitting at the computer having an online chat with a close friend - whom you've prayed for if you're on the Christian Bloggers' Prayer Network - about things like a new poem I wrote and the subject of organizing a game night this Saturday, and I looked over the day's news and decided I rather work on my novel.
So I did just that. I'm at the end of page 85 at the moment. I'm moving slowly and I'm certain I need to go back do some major editing. But I think I'm starting to hit the zone more often. In other words, the words are coming more freer and of their own. I keep finding that I need to go back and add this and that to the outline and move things around, but that's to be expected I guess.
Anyway....
Where was I going with this?
Yes I'm tired.
Oh, yeah. I felt the desire to post something to the website, and so I looked around me and I realized I have an addiction.
Bottled water.
Does anyone else have this addiction?
At the moment I can count eleven empty bottles of Nestle Pure Life laying around my bedroom. Thankfully most are in the trash can which I'm sure contains more that I can't see because the trash can is overflowing with the bottles. I was going to empty it earlier today, but the final deluge of the day kept that from happening while I was thinking about it. Which means once the rain ceased, I had forgotten about the notion of emptying the trash. Funny how that works; thinking about things one needs to do when one can't do them and not thinking about them when one can.
Which reminds me..., wow, just had a major case of Dejavu....
Which reminds me, one of the stuff things earlier today was trimming bushes in dire need of trimming. I think I started trimming when the heat index was around 99 degrees. After about a half hour I was literally soaked in my own sweat. Which isn't something I mind all that much if it's because I'm doing physical labor. In fact I enjoy it. It feels good to really sweat like crazy. It's not so much fun when I'm dressed up though.
So, being soaked and all I didn't mind it when it started to rain cats and dogs. It just meant I could work in the cool hard rain.
That's a great title for something right there; "Cool Hard Rain."
Need to write that down.
Oh, I just did, didn't I?
Anyway I worked with sheets of rain falling down and I really enjoyed it until the rocks to kill those cats and dogs started falling and shaking the earth.
That's when I picked up my tools (yes I dried them off later) and headed back inside. Florida is the lightning capital of the world after all and I didn't want to become one more statistic.
So here I am. Past 12 A.M. now and I think I had better call it a night.
Hmm... Bottled Water. Just what do they put in that stuff to make it so good?
