It is about 9:36. I can write for 20 minutes or so until The Walking Dead starts at 10.
Another quiet day. The biggest accomplishment for us was to finish watching all 13 episodes of "The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt" on Netflix. The show is brilliant. Funny and warm and with a message. And I will require a frontal lobotomy to get the theme song out of my head. I hear they're on special this week at Costco.
Last evening, after I finished writing the blog post, I moved some stuff around in my home office. The unused external hard drives are in a different section of the room, in a less obvious place than a bookshelf and on the hutch of this computer desk. Instead, I have re-located an awful lot of my Bevboy's Blog business cards to the hutch on this desk, as well as to the mostly-empty shelf on the other computer desk, where the wireless router I no longer need, used to reside. They're next to the new-to-me modem/router combo unit. And, I know you don't care. In fact, I don't care. It is just that I needed to fill this paragraph with some wordage. Strange, random characters do not a paragraph make.
Newbie is crazy-like this evening. He is jumping around like he is 5 years old again, rather than 8.5. I keep telling him to act his age, but then he farts and I realize he is.
It is the end of another 3 day weekend. I don't know where they go. In fact, 3 day weekends seem to go by faster than 2 day ones. I am disappointed. I want my money back.
It is now 9:51. Newbie is settling in once again in the ancient cardboard box on top of the computer desk. Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, the box housed frozen chicken breasts. He decided to sit in it one day years ago, and I have kept the box ever since.
Remind me to show you a picture of him in it sometime. He looks so cute.
Time to fire up the colortini and watch my show.
See you tomorrow.