12,480 Days Alive
404 Words Written
It’s Labor Day weekend 2019 and I have just under a half a tank of gas because people are panicking over the storm headed our way.
We shouldn’t have much to worry about over on this coast, but time will tell.
I’ve almost raised the $140 I need to keep Postmark Wonderland going for another two years! I’m so thankful and I am definitely sending out some hand made thank you cards to everyone that donates.
In other news, I get to see my mom’s side of the family tomorrow!
Mal, Bubbles, Baby Bubble; they’re all coming over before we go to Uncle Gator’s for lunch. The cousins and Grandma Gator will be there and it’ll be awesome. I might even wear contacts!
My Darling Wife, Tink, and I went out to dinner this evening. It was a lovely time, even with brain gremlins trying to tell me it would be better without me there.
I got over four hundred words written today, which is impressive for me. I’m going to try and write even a little all month of September and see where I’m at by the end of the month.
I’ve been anxious all day and couldn’t tell you for the life of me why. I thought it was because of the storm, but I’m really not that worried about it. At most, we should get some rain and might, just might, lose power. It depends on how it tracks.
I dunno. I’m going to take a mind mint and go to bed now.
Take your meds, folks.