Baaaah. We swipe the air and drink our coffee. We're groggy and sluggish. Last night we awoke half an hour after falling asleep with the sweats and just a hint of a night terror. You know the scene in Apocalypse Now where Kurtz describes a snail crawling along a straight blade? That. Otherwise, we've no way to describe the feeling and sense of one of those things. We got to sleep though, and slept in.
Baaaah again.
Chipotle last night, the girls insisted. We had too many chips, as one does. Honestly, we prefer the tacos and burritos Mrs. Stroock and Oldest Daughter make.
Let's get to the Things, shall we? [Why do you sound like the Critical Drinker?'-Ed] Dunno. [There you go again-Ed]. The Critical Drinker is always right.
We have read through the first half of World War 1990: Thatcher's War, again. We are not as pleased as we were with the first read through last week.
The first half of Thatcher's War shows the World War 1990: Ireland aftermath, new violence of the Catholic and Protestant variety, crackdowns on both, invasion prep, and Bush administration machinations. That's just the kind of crap we find interesting.
Right now we're approaching the second half of the novel with...[Great fear and trepidation?-Ed] great fear and trepidation.
The Soviet submarine story is coming along just fine. The 5th nuke novel is 50,000 words.
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