Story Time

Here's a story I found on-line. The first chapter is titled, The New Normal. The story is titled, 'The Union Creek Journal.' It's a work in progress. It seems very well written. You decide.

When you arrive your intelligence should take over and give you instructions on how to read the following chapters. If not, oh well.

This is how I've occupied my time on this very slow business day.

Enjoy.

Stephen

Edit Work

Allow me to say, screw it. I'm a very fast typist. Really. I can whip out a few lines in seconds.

It was brought to my attention by Sweet Wife this past weekend that I suck at edit work on my blog posts. She is forever catching my mistakes. A dropped word here, a missed comma there. Well, excuse the heck out of me.

I'm a very impatient man. Just ask my friends. For instance; some knucklehead will begin to tell me a story of his day, or life, or something, and I jump in with, "Get to the it, what's the bottom line." Bore me to death.

I hate to reread my post. There, I've said it. So, if you find I've forgotten or in haste dropped a 't' or a period, deal with it.

I have a business to run.

Sorry, Honey.

Stephen

Quiet Aftermath

It's quiet here this morning with light rain, and warm. Our winter has yet to arrive. I went to bed a bit after two this morning. My rhythm of sleep is all out of whack.  Need to work on the problem as next week it's back to my normal routine of life.

I've nothing of value to relate today. Brain's kinda dead. I've much to do here at the office. It's only a few days until the New Year which leaves me with files to organize for the tax year. My Quicken program has died on me and my computer geek hasn't the time, as yet, to correct the problem. Another headache with which to deal and look forward. Hate computers.

Melancholy time of the year, isn't it.

Next Saturday, New Year's Eve, I shall load my car with the family and we will drive to St. Augustine and show the lights (voted the second best in the world) to the grandchildren. At some point during the night I will walk to the seawall and thank the good Lord for all his blessing of this past year. I shall also pray and ask that He protect us all, and pave the way for an easy life in the forthcoming year. I always reflect back on the tiny hardships I faced, and then, contemplate what the future holds. I pray I'm suitable for the task.

Fireworks in St. Augustine should improve my mood. Should...

If you remember I mentioned over the last few weeks that business has been very good during the Christmas season. This morning, nada. Which is what I had expected. Riches to rags....

 Until later,

Stephen

I Ate

My first seven dollar piece of chocolate last night. Serious. A seven dollar chocolate bar. Wrapped in a gold package, I suppose, to make me feel better.

It was a Christmas gift. I unwrapped the sucker and noticed the price was still on the bar. $6.99 for less than two ounces.

What a ripoff. I can still remember when ten ounces of chocolate candy, a huge bar, cost a nickle.

I was not impressed. I'll stick with Butterfingers.

Stephen