I’ve been so obsessed by the Chump that I haven’t thought to express my thoughts here. I so want him impeached, in prison, and/or out of my life that I just sit watching Stephen Colbert monologues all afternoon.
I haven’t even bothered to finish my volume of short stories. It’s really done, but I just need to do silly things like formatting printing and submitting it to CreateSpace.
One thing about my recent move is that my new office overlooks the street, which leads to a park very popular with runners and walkers. Even people-watching doesn’t seem to get the juices flowing – the 60-something guy who just ran by probably would have never done it for me at any point in my life, though.