Hello Monday. I haven’t missed you.
I’ve been buried knee deep in murder mysteries lately. Finally got my hands on a copy of Killing Floor, after having read nearly everything that comes after it. I want to marry Lee Child so I can read his manuscripts as he writes each page. Actually, if I’m dreaming, I want to marry Reacher. In reality, all I’m probably going to end up with is a life subscription to FishPond and an epic bookshelf.
And ten cats. I’m wearing a cat dress today. I think I have raised myself substantially in the crazy cat lady stakes. One of these days I’m going to catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror and the shock will kill me.
I’m actually going to die alone aren’t I.