I woke up this morning completely confused. Had no idea where I was or if it was a week day or a sleep day. Had that palpitating nauseau. That coupled with seeing Ernesto walking WAY-ASS down the drive way at 6am made for an off-kilter day.
What I've read: "The Keepsake" by Tess Gerritsen. Pretty decent.
What I'm reading: "Plainsong" by Kent Haruf.
Forgot I have a small vacation coming up in a few weeks so I had to come home and buy a plane ticket before prices went crazy. So I'll be with the famdamnily June 10-14. Mama wants me to clean her house. I'm gonna do it but I'd rather get beaten with a bag of oranges. I think I'm gonna drink a lot of muscadine wine and eat too much fried shrimp and do whatever my mama tells me to do.