If we were having coffee, I’d ask you how the election went. Well, actually, I’d just look outside and see if the sky was raining fire, and check to see if I was wearing clothing or sackcloth, and that would answer the question for me. Because apparently when I went to bed last night I slept for seven months. It was gorgeous outside yesterday, or at least it was until the cold front blew through. Now it’s 40 goddamn degrees outside. I bought shorts this week and it’s 40 degrees outside.
Gotta love Indiana.
We– yes, we— have a bridal shower to attend in Illinois tomorrow, so we’re going to be out of touch all day. I may post some fiction; I have a story in mind that I wrote in a single burst a couple of months ago and put aside thinking “try to sell this to someone.” I never did, so I may as well give it to you guys. Hopefully it’s warmer in Illinois; we’ll see.
Let’s see. Anything else? It’s been a pretty quiet week, actually, other than the job interview on Monday. I’d kvetch about that some more but I already did it and I’m leery of jinxing myself at this point. I should know in a few days. We’ll worry about it after that.
Have you seen Captain America: Civil War yet? If not, what the hell are you waiting for? No more coffee for you until you’ve seen that movie. It’s awesome.
Hmm. Yeah. That’s what I’ve got. Let’s listen to Prince again for a while. Let’s Go Crazy has been running through my head for a couple of days; there are worse ways to spend a cold Saturday morning than listening to good music.