So much for that idea . . .

This was the plan:

Take a nap, get up at noon, go out to some nice coffee shop and write like crazy.

This is what happened:

Snzzzzzzzzzzzz . . . *snork* "Whun? It's 5:00? How the hell did that happen?"

Damn.

I may get in trouble for this . . .

At my church this month, we have a book for writing the names of deceased loved ones.

I'm vaguely tempted to write in "American Democracy".