Hi, friends and readers:
You know how some days just don’t start out right?
I had a friend over for drinks and dinner last night, then we watched an old Spencer Tracy film, Inherit The Wind, a very fine movie.
All good, but …
This morning I rose to find that a can of shaving gel had exploded in my bathroom cabinet; the stuff was everywhere. Then, when I swtiched on my PC, I learned that an editor rejected a piece I’d submitted to his publishing house back in mid-July, a short story titled Winston Quirk. It’s set on the the island of Man-O-War Cay in The Bahamas, and I worked very hard on it. I think it’s a fine tale, but I guess the editor disagreed. (G-r-r-r … The tasteless twit!)
Outside, it’s muggy and overcast, and I have an appointment for dental work later this morning. (Not my favorite activity.) Some days it doesn’t pay to get out of bed, does it?
Okay, I know … I should quit griping because I don’t have to go to work and I live in a beautiful place. Right? This afternoon I have plants and flowers to pot, and I’ll take a nice three-mile run before sunset. Tomorrow I will submit Winston Quirk to an editor with better taste. (There now: I feel better already …)
Have a nice Tuesday, all.