As you might imagine, I have a lot in common with rap artists. Well DUH!
I don’t want to get caught up in a heated theological debate here or anything, but I’m starting to get the impression that God hates me. Why this time, you ask? Well I’ll tell you!
Fall is upon us here in the Midwest – though you wouldn’t know it with the temperatures in the high 80’s. The Farmer’s Almanac predicted a cold, rough winter, and yet it’s been so warm that the poor trees are too confused to even change color. So much pumpkin! So much spice! All for the readers!
Morning folks. Good to see you. I find myself coming to you once again from the comfort of an airport terminal, which seems to be my preferred writing locale lately. It’s a little loud, but it could be worse – I’m told Delta’s systems were hacked this morning, and those passengers are going nowhere fast; suckers! This actually has nothing to do with the story
It’s a wonderful time of year. The weather is getting cooler, football is back, and the children have been forced back to school – I laugh every morning as I see them, tired and sullen, shuffling towards the bus and lamenting the loss of summer freedom that I no longer get to enjoy as an adult. But wait, there’s more!