Well, life is pretty good right now and it weird because I really can't complain and that causes me a little anxiety because I really, really, really love complaining.
I am busy painting cabinets and fixing up a house to try to get it sold. I am collaborating with my partner in crime on building mini-mobile houses on trailers. Designs have been made and competitions entered, and we are hoping to win some money and solar panels for our efforts. If nothing else, we still have the designs.
I have been learning a lot from a six year old and playing lots of Mario Kart and Super Mario Brothers 3 and beating him like a school child (at Mario Kart, not real life.) He is ornery as hell, which I suppose is Karma paying me back for all of my past transgressions. So there was a little bit of complaining, and I feel better.
Lots of lawn care and just working like a water dog all of the time. And I am not writing any books currently because either you don't like my work or find it worth the Amazon or Kindle pricing, or you are buying them and Amazon is lying about my sales. So I am done with novels until I get a pay check. I wasn't lying when I said show me the money.
Anyhow, I love you all, probably more than you love me, but heck, who cares, life is good. Be easy and stay thirsty, my little minions.
