They don’t really get me down, though. Rain rarely bothers me except that it bothers Margot so much. Even though I did have to get out in it this evening for a grocery store run, and I’m still all damp and icky feeling, the grocery store was a pleasure. I’m currently mad at Kroger, so I went to Fiesta, not the best grocery store in the world. However, the guys who rang up and bagged my groceries exchanged witty banter of the gay variety. Better than TV, always.
Also, Lindsey and Rhonda came by for a bit today, and what’s better than being safely inside with friends on a drizzly day? This time next week, they’ll be on their honeymoon, the Wedding Bitch will be decompressing, and Rex will be saying, “Can we go somewhere in the car, can we, huh, huh?”
Between bouts of writing today, I’ve been putting music on my computer. I’m the last person on the planet who has figured out how to transfer music from my CDs into an iTunes library and buy music from iTunes. I keep marveling over the wonder of it to Tim, who occasionally walks through and gives me another nugget of iTunes wisdom to keep me happy for a while. And Tom figured out a bunch of stuff with my clip art, so I have plenty of diversions to keep me from writing now.
Still, I must get back to it. Hopefully, my fiction is better than my UnLively Journal.
Bonus dog photos, just because.
Margot: “Is that a squirrel?!?!”
Guinness: “If that’s a squirrel, there are pecans buried somewhere…”