***Snipets of a Life Dung Gong***

From Monday to this morning:

I am getting out of shape. I had to stop—again—during cardio workout because I was out of breath.

I’m extremely proud when I see out-of-shape people at the gym. Really. I’m not being sarcastic. That’s what the gym’s for! I make it a habit to give a “thumbs up” when I see newbies in my cardio classes or give encouragement to someone on a treadmill for the first time.

My hormones are in high form as I just stared blatantly at the beautiful backside of a young (twenty something) bartender at a bar. And the smile…!

And speaking of hormones…there’s a Marine who has taken to regularly visiting the coffeeshop where I write. Grrr. Very…distracting. (Though fodder for my novel.)

Finally started reading my reading group’s book of the month. Hmmm. Main character having an affair with sibling’s spouse. I think the author’s been peeking in my Tomorrow Files.

I whined, ranted, and vented to a published author in FM’s chat about why I’m writing (or why should I.) Very cathartic.

Summertime’s brought out the hunger in me. (Besides the libido.) At the coffeeshop, for instance, I consumed soup, two fraps, pastry and so much water I diluted myself. (How? Uh, this is a PG-13 blog so I can’t go into details.)

Garage door broke down. I had to wait until a contractor arrived to deal with it. Sigh. Since I’m only working half a day on Friday, I’ll have to stay a lot longer these next few days to make up the lost hours.

Yesterday’s writing session rocked. Three good pages flowed out (or was it the water?) within an hour. See what happens when one doesn’t chat?

Spouse continues to sound better.

Today’s my parent’s 37th wedding anniversary. Yay!
From Monday to this morning:

I am getting out of shape. I had to stop—again—during cardio workout because I was out of breath.

I’m extremely proud when I see out-of-shape people at the gym. Really. I’m not being sarcastic. That’s what the gym’s for! I make it a habit to give a “thumbs up” when I see newbies in my cardio classes or give encouragement to someone on a treadmill for the first time.

My hormones are in high form as I just stared blatantly at the beautiful backside of a young (twenty something) bartender at a bar. And the smile…!

And speaking of hormones…there’s a Marine who has taken to regularly visiting the coffeeshop where I write. Grrr. Very…distracting. (Though fodder for my novel.)

Finally started reading my reading group’s book of the month. Hmmm. Main character having an affair with sibling’s spouse. I think the author’s been peeking in my Tomorrow Files.

I whined, ranted, and vented to a published author in FM’s chat about why I’m writing (or why should I.) Very cathartic.

Summertime’s brought out the hunger in me. (Besides the libido.) At the coffeeshop, for instance, I consumed soup, two fraps, pastry and so much water I diluted myself. (How? Uh, this is a PG-13 blog so I can’t go into details.)

Garage door broke down. I had to wait until a contractor arrived to deal with it. Sigh. Since I’m only working half a day on Friday, I’ll have to stay a lot longer these next few days to make up the lost hours.

Yesterday’s writing session rocked. Three good pages flowed out (or was it the water?) within an hour. See what happens when one doesn’t chat?

Spouse continues to sound better.

Today’s my parent’s 37th wedding anniversary. Yay!