Friday night and we’ve washed the dogs. It’s only six o’clock. We’ve already eaten. They’ve walked.
Everything is done.
That means time to read, time to play. Time to think of better dates with my wife than dogwashing and trips to the dump.
Something involving candlelight, wine and maybe lingerie and massage oils.
So, instead, my parents drop in, unplanned, for a porch drink.
Ah, well, as my wife says, who knows how long they have left? Apparently, we can fuck later.
Target: 800 words
Written: 674 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: 'Salem's Lot, Stephen King (new book! a classic!)
Comics: I Hate Fairyland 8-11
Music: Random Live Stuff, Creedence Clearwater Revival (except, it's not? It's Eddie Vedder singing Sittin' On The Dock Of The Bay? How did that happen?)