I got the notice yesterday. I am so upset. How could that have happened? I renewed my poetic license, but now my literary license has expired. Without it I’m toast. It’s like driving a semi without a Chauffeur’s License. If I get pulled over by the Grammar Police (they have long ranging powers now that Congress has completely caved to ALL special interests but yours and mine) I will be put in literary purgatory (the “Twilight Series”) and not allowed to write. How will we survive? How can we go on? How much hyperbole can we take?
Yup. I am more than a tad weirder than normal. The Pissyfairy left and took the heat with her. Because she still loves us, she left us the drought. It was 63 Thursday morning when the boy and I went out for our walk. A slice of heaven. We’re supposed to be good until the 20th. Then, I’m sure we’ll be nailed again. This is Middle Earth. We can expect heat until October. Ah, well. The break is wonderful and I’m so grateful for it. Time to make hay with the yardwork!
I am heading to work and need to leave soon, so I will give you my soundtrack for the day. This is the absolutely BEST version of “The Letter” ever. Mr. Joe Cocker from 1969 with the incomparable Leon Russell on piano.
HAVE A FABULOUS WEEKEND ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!