Trying to get back into the swing of things and I'm having a tough time. Not for lack of ideas as I have two I truly want to start chipping away at--one involving Charlie Byrne again and the other, well, that's top secret for now. Chores, backlogged assignments, minor irritations. Gosh, you come out of Bouchercon ready to kick all sorts of soft fanny and life just wee's all over the marshmallow fire. Today though should be a better day even though weak fevers are making their way through the house (note to self, remind the bride that this is what happens when you go camping in the rain with small children). Anyway, I just totally dig the image left. Looks kind of like my older brother, Jack, when he was a boy... except for the long Matisyahu peyos, port and stardboard. I do believe the family photo albums are littered with that passing-cold-marbles-through-your-urethra grimace.
10/21/09
Kvetchin'
Trying to get back into the swing of things and I'm having a tough time. Not for lack of ideas as I have two I truly want to start chipping away at--one involving Charlie Byrne again and the other, well, that's top secret for now. Chores, backlogged assignments, minor irritations. Gosh, you come out of Bouchercon ready to kick all sorts of soft fanny and life just wee's all over the marshmallow fire. Today though should be a better day even though weak fevers are making their way through the house (note to self, remind the bride that this is what happens when you go camping in the rain with small children). Anyway, I just totally dig the image left. Looks kind of like my older brother, Jack, when he was a boy... except for the long Matisyahu peyos, port and stardboard. I do believe the family photo albums are littered with that passing-cold-marbles-through-your-urethra grimace.