I’m not a risk-taker
I went outside today. For about 10 seconds. John is trying to figure out why the airbag light is coming on in his car, so I stepped out into the driveway to see how it was going. John said, “Um…” and pointed to the layer of pollen on the hood of the mustang. Point taken. I went back inside. I just finished the third Dresden Files book, and I’m probably going to pick up the 4th next. Mostly because I’m too lazy to put much thought into what I really want to read next. And because I don’t think I can concentrate very well on anything that isn’t brain candy. If I had another Dean Koontz novel, I’d probably read that, too. Instead. Whatever. I’m staying inside today, and maybe, if John loves me, he’ll bring me egg-drop soup.