Monday morning . . . AGAIN

I had weird and scary dreams last night, which I cannot remember. That is probably a good thing, unless a snatch comes back while I am driving and I lift my hands off the steering wheel, put them over my face and scream. Of course, I might do that if a Sugar Plum Fairy suddenly appeared right in front of my car on the highway. Could that be why children can’t get driver’s licenses – I mean what if the drove Christmas morning. I’d say this paragraph is getting pretty far out there sooooo I think I’ll back away slowly.

I read all day yesterday and then the book was finished and there was more daytime left. So I looked at a sample of a more expensive book Kindle has been pushing:  Leaving Berlin, an novel set in 1949 – early in the Cold War – and I found myself confused. I will not be coughing up the dollars for it; if I want to be confused, there are a lot of books I already have that can do that.

I feel obligated to do something today, however since I am not trained in neurosurgery or astrophysics, I don’t think I will be doing anything noteworthy. Well, as Bill Murray said in What About Bob? – BABY STEPS.

I think fence painting is on my agenda this week; maybe I should have been reading about Tom Sawyer. (No relation to Diane)