punkinhead

Hey there SG friends and neighbors,

I hope this finds you well and good.

K, I was doing so well. I got up early and, after my coffee and internet session, got to work. I wrote, finishing act 1 scene III and starting IV, and then went shopping. Came back, wrote some more, did a little flirting . . .

. . .

. . . which led to mind-blowing sex that I simply can not recover from. Now its time to relax and blow off my precious Sunday evening.

This week was okay. My girl (!) and I had a good, air-clearing fight. It went on for three days or so but we worked things out and made some basic improvements to the relationship structure because of it. Plus the make-up sex was grand.

Talked to my one publisher, he said that he has a stack of stuff to look at on his desk but that Im next in the queue. Hopefully that means hell send me a much needed check in a week or three. Keep your fingers crossed for your poor ol pal punkinhead.

My boy Mr. Money is coming for a visit this week, I cant wait. Finally someone who can keep up with me on some drinking. I cant wait to catch with him.

My mom . . . okay, Im having a hard time writing this but my mother had a tiny cancerous thing removed from her hand. Doc swears shes gonna be okay but Im shaken anyway. I got very lucky my folks are frickin saints, sweet and wonderful and as good friends as they are parents. They disserve showers of gold and I want them to live long enough for me to give them one. And twenty million years after that.

K, thats enough. Must get to the Cat Report. Love love SG love.

take it light,

ph

Taoist thought of the day: Enjoy every sandwich.

Cat report: SG, please welcome my new cat Vindaloo to the community. Vindaloo is a pretty, grey and black tiger striped tabby, just as cute as you please. We picked her up yesterday and she is an absolute doll. Used the litter box from the first with zero incidents. Already cuddles up and purrs when you sit by her. The difficulty is, of course, getting her introduced to The Fucking Dustmop. And truth be told it hasnt been all that difficult. So far we put them together twice, both times with him on a leash and she where she could run and climb if she felt threatened. And while he struggled to get near enough to put his nose firmly up her ass (his everyday greeting) and she grumbled and growled they didnt actually bare teeth or attack or anything. So there you go. Watch this space! The cat report is back!!

Cat report supplemental: I suppose that I should call the cat report The Cat and Dog report or even something weak like the Pet Report. See yall dont get it, Dog Lovers. I like dogs but I still have never had my own, not once. Had I raised him I would give him his own subheading. Lets compromise, dog lovers. As of this moment I will start bringing you dog news -- like this tidbit, hot off the ticker: from the time I wrote the word bringing in the previous sentence the dog was allowed in the room, unrestrained, around the cat for the first time. That was a little ugly cat cowering on desk, dog milling around like a shark, trying to jump up.

Factoid: I pulled an inch and a half splinter out of my boss this week. We were out in the lot breaking up irregular pallets. We get splinters all the time, so when he felt it he just cursed a bit and kept working. But it kept bothering him, and he couldnt get it out. Finally he got me to go after it with some tweezers. When I finally worked it out the frigging thing was huge and bloody it just kept coming, like some clown car magic trick. I told him drawing it made me King of the Warehouse People.