New words: 781
Reason for stopping: oh so tired
Sustenance: Raspberry tea
Exercise: does slogging through rain count?
Teaching the spell-check to spell: Buffy
Mean things: a very, very bad date
Time wasters: the Cheney follies, day umpty-three
In other news: Had dinner with Marsha and the writing gang before her signing at B&N. I called my mom while driving to the restaurant, to see if she wanted me to snag her a copy of the book. Enthusiastic yes. Then: “Did you get any rain there today?” she asked. “Because we got four inches this morning.” This in San Antonio, mind, which means flash flooding all over the damn place.
“No,” said I, “we got a little this afternoon, and the sky to the west is black, but it’s not here yet.”
Ninety seconds after I hung up the phone, I was in water that gave new meaning to the phrase “torrential downpour.” Crept down University Drive at 15 mph, with everybody in the center lane because the outer two were flooded. Got to the restaurant and stepped out of the car into four or five inches of standing water in the parking lot. Dashed inside to find that everyone else was sopping, too, but all standing at the window to watch the crazy man across the street, who was up on the roof of another restaurant squeegeeing water down the sides. Guess they had a leak.
And then we ate fish tacos while our pants dried off, and a good time was had by all.
And you should get Marsha’s book, because the bit she read was really funny and true.