Well, that was a pretty productive day, for a Saturday.

I got new brakes on the pickup truck.

Reinstalled Windows XP on this geriatric Dell desktop.

Did my volunteer thing to help a doggie in Florida get surgery.

Which is all nice and good, but I didn’t do any writing. I’m a writer. Writers write. So I sure wish I could get motivated in that direction. It’s been hard lately.I get home from work and I just want to zone out.

I recently, finally, finished a chapter in the novel. It’s pretty dramatic. Thunder, intoxication, and discontent abound. Want to read it? OK, if there’s any interest maybe I’ll post it. Leave a comment on this post. But I’m not going to post it if no one is interested.

I feel like I ought to have something to say about the fires. Over 200 homes lost here in my own backyard, and many hundreds more across southern California. All that comes to mind is Why? What on Earth has changed to make these firestorms happen? Again. I mean, besides the drought and the winds. There has to be a reason. Or not. If you know, please share.