Today left me with little time for writing because I had to pursue the payment of property taxes and I finally set up non-interest-accruing payments for my faux-heart-attack hospital bill. But the ideas still come. I will just have to work them out later in the week.
I want to write a nudist-related idiot’s essay about body image, and I hope to work on g-rated illustrations that will illustrated naked ideas without offending those whose ears catch on fire from encountering nakedness, a breed of people who are not so rare in Texas.
I also want to write about the joys of listening to classical music of Erich Korngold. I know that sounds like a boring snooze-fest, but I intend to elucidate and surprise you. Kinda the way I was myself blown away by discovering this turn-of-the-century gem of movie music.
And there are other burning possibilities tickling the insides of my cranium. But there is business to take care of today that will not wait. And next week… bankruptcy court. Oh, joy…