A storm system came across central Florida beginning Wednesday afternoon soon after we arrived at Three Flags in Wildwood and it rained off and on all the way through yesterday and last night. I hope Cupid brought his umbrella with him, because the little guy really needed it.
We didn’t have any plans for the day, so we decided to just stay home. We weren’t worried about getting bored, we both had plenty of work to do to keep us busy.
Terry spent the day stuffing envelopes with the new issue of the Gypsy Journal, while I dealt with a lot of e-mail and worked on my new Big Lake book. I also spent some time on the Google AdSense site trying to tweak the ads they serve to my blogs. Lately there have been a rash of ads for everything from commercial trucking companies to payday loan companies, few of which would be of any interest to most of my readers.
About 4:30 p.m. the gray day and my inherent laziness caught up with me and I decided that a nap was in order, so I stretched out on the couch. There is just something about rain falling on a roof that lulls me right to sleep. When I woke up Miss Terry was just putting dinner on the table and she had also baked a big pan of brownies. I think I need to take naps more often!
After dinner we watched some TV and I gave Terry a much deserved foot rub. That was about the extent of our Valentine’s Day. Romantic, huh? It worked for us.
Terry has another dental appointment today in Orlando and we have to be up and out the door early. Once we get that done we’ll be dropping off a load of stuffed envelopes at the commercial mail service so we can make room for more in the back of our Explorer.
A few days ago I told you that my friend Donna McNicol would be bringing out her first mystery novel, Not A Whisper. Donna e-mailed me yesterday to say it was out on Amazon. I got a sneak peak last week and it’s a great story set in a small town in Pennsylvania. Check it out and leave a review.
Thought For The Day – I dream of a better world where chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned.
Nick Russell
World-Famous, New York Times Best Selling Author, and All-Around Nice Guy!
I spent years riding my motorcycle around the Klondike area in the national forest area, so now I’ve got to read NOT A WISPER to find out what was really going in the big woods!