The Disjointed Thoughts of a Writer

   Okay, so most normal people wouldn't rejoice over new sheets, but I'm a little weird. (Hee hee, ha ha ha, titter, chuckle, cough)  Scuse me, let me regain control of myself.  I crack myself up.

   Though I didn't fall asleep til about two this morning, Jill let us sleep in til eight and I woke up refreshed.  But now I'm tired.  We cleared out our garage, and though Jon did most of the heavy stuff, I still worked hard.  And the heat!  Oh my word, it's been awful.  We saw earlier that it was 100, but that's not including the heat index.  Ginny's gonna die when she comes down.  Jon said he thinks she'll just stay mostly indoors.  I don't blame her.

   I don't really have a lot to say, other than it was a pretty productive day.  I guess I should tell about my flat and Jon's puncture.  Yesterday, I hit a log because I couldn't swerve to miss it because a car was coming and tore my tire.  Today, we were driving the church's truck and had to go to the dump three times just to get rid of all the junk from our garage.  On our second trip, we caught either a staple or a nail in our tire.  So it's our week to ruin tires!

   Anyway, I can tell I'm really tired.  I can't type without having to retype everything I write because of typos or because what I type doesn't make sense.  Gotta go get some zzz's!