Right now we've got about four burly electricians marauding about our home, redoing the toasted fifty-year-old wiring in our house. They came a-knockin' at 8am. I don't really like being around the house when there are workmen here. They are using saws to cut holes into our drywall and leaving muddy tracks on our floors (guess who'll be the one to clean THAT up?) and making dust and yuck everywhere. So I took my funky self out to breakfast at the nearby hipster breakfast-atorium (as seen in Grindhouse) and had me a tasty bowl of oatmeal. Then I went to the nearly-empty coffeehouse to do some morning writing. Wow! So fertile and healthy is my imagination at 9am! I must rise at 8:00 every morning and immediately begin my writing day! I was seriously kicking some ass there!
Of course, Bob had to go to work, so I had to quit rocking the writing and come home. Now I'm babysitting the workers while they tear apart our walls.
It's dark and rainy here in A-town. There is water on my wooden floors. I think the dudes have left for lunch. It's quiet here. Weird.
Posted by Zerd at August 16, 2007 11:33 AM