The Big DumpTruck

I hear Pierce Brosnan won People’s Sexiest Man Alive award again. Interesting choice. I could give a couple of other names that I think rate higher, and I’m saying this as a girl who her freshman year of college decorated her wall with Remington Steele pictures. (Actually, I had a “wall of Steel” which had Christopher Reeve (man of steel) and Pierce pictures.)

He’s still good looking, but is he really the sexiest man alive? I suppose someone could put me in a room with him and give me a chance to find out.

Only 3 more hours until work is done. GOOD. I want to work on the novel. Well, really, I want to take a bubble bath, eat a gourmet meal, and watch a good movie. But given that I don’t think any of that will happen, I’ll settle for getting eyestrain and Carpel Tunnel.

Oh my goodness! My favorite Osmond album from my long-ago youth is now available again! I’ve added it to my basket at Amazon. The Plan is, I hope, a good album. It was when I owned it [mumble] years ago.

I only did about 900 words yesterday. Not my goal. On the other hand, I got a really good full night’s sleep, in case anyone was wondering. I’m ready to face the day. I know I can make up all these dribs and drabs on the weekend, so I’m not worried.

Off to have some Cocoa Krispies…

It looks like it’s going to snow. The sky is pretty yucky.

And I have no idea what to have the protagonist do now. Shouldn’t something happen in a novel? I have to start writing down the stuff I think of as I’m falling asleep. I’m sure that’s how Stephen King does it. Now I still have almost all 1666 words left for today, because I was busy trying to get something done during lunch. *sigh*