This morning as I drove Little Bit to school we spoke of the silver lined clouds out over the ocean. With the sun glow behind, it was beautiful; a rose background with the dark clouds outlined in polished silver...Little Bit kept saying, "Oh, Papa, isn't it pretty." If only we all could see God's handwork through a child's eyes.
I began reading Survivors last evening. Made it through a few chapters before sleep overcame me. So far so good. I believe this novel will hold up alongside Patriots. Sales, I understand, are great. Good for Mr. Rawles.
I like my new coffee maker. The old one was at least ten years old, so coffee is special again....the pot is clean. I should get in the habit of hard applications of vinegar and water for the purpose of clean appliances. Say that ten times fast.
This morning I did something unusual and opened my bank statement. I should do this on a more frequent basis. It seems they (the bank) began charging me a monthly service fee. Understand, I have never had to pay a fee for checking since I've been in business. So, I sat with open checkbook and deducted four months of service fees from my account. I don't blame the bank. I blame the current monkeys in congress and the white house. Guess I'll read my bank statements in the future.
I have an idea for a post screaming in the back of my mind. I will not disclose my idea in fear my buddy, Duke, will steal it. He's funny that way. Ah, Duke, just kidding. Hint, dress code. Now, let me think.
Hey, it's time to jerk a cup of coffee....later.
Stephen
