"I know what would help you!" George said this morning after my tale of recent woe and my first cup of Fat Albert's coffee. "You need to get laid!"
I burst out laughing and then said, "Do I look that hard up?"
"You've got a backup in your plumbing dear friend," George continued. "We'll get some hookers and some beer."
I am still smiling after that little exchange with George this morning. I seriously doubt that is going to help what ails me mentally. It was fun seeing the spry look in George's eyes, though, as he exclaimed that.
I am up early this morning. Weather watching. It is supposed to rain all day and I have been watching the radar. Wait! I just heard drops of rain on my windows, but the radar said rain is an hour away. They can be wrong, you know?
Well, it is time for me to go back to bed for a few hours till sunrise. Maggie is already back in the bed after chasing her backyard demons for awhile. Miss you all and I hope this means a return to writing regularly. I am going to give it a good college try.