well its friday. wife at work. my 3 oldest are at their original dad's house. the little one is here somewhere. "i'm going to watch wonka" she says. "can i come?" i ask. "no. you like the scary one. i like this one." by this she means that i prefer the gene wilder version, and since she is not watching that one, i don't get to come along. so i let her have her way. "i'll be in my office," i say. "bring me a drink." that's the response i get. i was hoping for something like "i'll miss you" but no such luck.
so now i'm downstairs. it's too early for the x-box, and the novel in my head is on vacation (4 pages in, 196 to go). i could bake something. i could index some of this pile of books here by my foot. i could email my parents some pictures from the holiday.
i'll be right back, i'm going to pour myself a drink...- read more
well i'm still inventorying (is that a real word even?). almost done i think. a couple hundred books left. then what?! buy more?
the list of signed books has begun. i left the "paid for" section empty on most of them since the books were willed to me. i haven't decided about selling them yet (some of them are worth some money) but if anyone is interested, let me know.
other than that, same old stuff. working too much, sleeping not enough, nowhere near enough xbox time.
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