Did a little too much yesterday. Our bodies need recovery time for a reason it seems. I ended up crashing early only to be roused by people trying to blow up the neighborhood. Yeah, the annual culdesac firework war was a go. I skipped this year, watched Mary Reilly, and listened to the sounds of battle from a safe distance. The rest of my family joined in outside. I just don’t get the firework thing–I don’t.
I have no desire to blow crap up.
Okay, sometimes in my fiction… <g> Actually, I LOVE writing action scenes but you know, I don’t think I’ve ever blown anything up. Maybe I should branch out.
So, today I feel great, but I’m using this necessary sit down time to get some solid work done. I’m relaxed in my big chair, my cat is draped behind my neck doing his best to install a permanent crick there. I’ve got my laptop out, my document open and in a little while I’ll share a bit of the work.
I’m also tripping on auralgasms today. That get your attention? Right now, the song is Trust by the Cure.
http://www.auralgasms.com/radio/
The only bad thing about all these online radio sites is the easy access to Itunes. I have little willpower when it comes to music, so I end up making the quick trip when my ears discover bliss.
