Good morning, Stroock's Books weekenders and happy Saturday.
Hmm...the lawn is mowed. Nowhere to go till this afternoon (a synagogue function), no need to hit the gym, really. We've nothing to do this morning. We might just go to the gym anyway. We'll see.
With great autumnal weather here in New Jersey yesterday, we were sorely tempted to crack open a bottle and enjoy an Arturo Fuente. But no. We've gone two weeks and are trying to get through the month. Maybe Wednesday. We'll see.
Anyway, yesterday will probably be the last day we wear shorts till the spring.
Between you reader(s) and us, we're glad the Phillies were eliminated from the playoffs. It's just something we don't have to worry about.
The Things.
Another week, another week wrestling with World War 1990: Thatcher's War
We finished the rough of our second nuke short story. It's grim and sad. We're pleased. Other story ideas include the BAOR and Soviet cosmonauts, 'I see many nuclear blasts in Motherland, Comrade'. But we're not in the mood to tackle those yet. On the fourth day, what else is an interesting story?
Weird idea here how about telling a story about surviving through a Dog 's point of view
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