I'm growing older, but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let the winds of time blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead.
Jimmy Buffett
After a weekend of gardening, kids running all over the place, tiredness and incredible swearosity from my youngest courtesy of chalk on the drive-way and his ability to write bad words and not much else it's almost time to pack it in.
I'm on late shifts this week which gives me an hour off to do some writing and I'm hoping I'll get a wee bit of time in the morning before work depending on how long it takes me to do my jobs around the house.
With a bit of luck I'll dream the next half a dozen pages in my book. Interestingly I set out to write with Nathan Fillion and Neil Patrick Harris in mind, and they've quickly turned into Jack Black and Will Ferrell. Wonder what that says about me?
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