It's fun to write.  That gurgling sound is the turtle-pond-fountain. One bird
is chirping "you need to, you need to, you need to," and the other is responding
"chirpity chirpity chirpity."  It's foggy and humid, and rain may come. Rosa Barks,
(of Rosalita Associates fame) is sleeping by my feet. Any moment now dear wife is
going to wake up, aks me if I would like to go with her to the church picnic today
(probably not; depends on how hungry I am by then) and to tell me to put on sunblock
and a cap to protect my balding pate.  Do you suppose Cortez the Killer ever had
to put up with such indignities?

If I had a nickel

For every time I've been a jackass, why then, I would have a lot of nickels.
Speaking of Jackasses, Younger Daughter was hanging out at the beach the other
day and Johnny Knoxville was right next to her.  Older daughter, however,
was at at party the night prior, chilling with Summer & friends, and Johnny Knoxville
was at the party. I really should be writing some Laszlo  documentation this morning; I'm
way behind the 8-ball at the so-called day job, and I did kinda mess up last week
and had to take a considerable amount of "personal" time off, which I can repay on the
Sabbath, why not. Or do you think I'll go to hell for it?

That being said. . .

I think I'll get back to work writing. Either the TechDoc stuff or the New Novel stuff
(you're gonna like this one!).  Also, I think I'll go find some sunblock and a
Kweer-with-a-Kapital-Kay cap to protect my balding pate from the harmful rays
of Helios.  I expect I'll be heading over to the Mall at around 4 this afternoon,
so if you'ld like for me to pick up a copy of Cortez's book for yz, let me know by then.