Well, howdy there internet people, and those of us confused by sportsball of any kind
It's Troy again...
tonight's the night!
heading down to Three Rivers Brewing Company to get dinner with the wife, and she said I could get a bottle of the Engine 765 Bourbon.
Here's a pic of what $2 of that bottle price goes to support:
In other news, with a case of the Coof from two weeks ago, I've been struggling to write. The week of it was understandable, due to the panic of "OMG I tested POSITIVE" (at least I wasn't preggers, but still...)
Been struggling to think of what comes next. Usually, when I hit the 2/3rds mark in a book, I have a good idea of how the rest is going to go... not this time.
Near as I can tell, the Coof, even a very mild case like I had, still impacts the thinker. I didn't have severe mental fog, but the subconscious took a lot longer to fill in the blanks of the book's plot than I'm used to.
Fortunately, I woke up at 3:30 this morning (not fortunate for the hour of waking) with most of the plot finally congealed. I gave up, wandered down to the writing cave and put notes on the last eight chapters, then went back and laid the clues for the real perp. It changed from who I suspected was the perp. That rarely happens.
And, I'll announce that neither Willie nor Smudge are the perp. Of course, they don't appear in this book, so that was a safe assumption.
Back to the writing cave. I might actually finish this book in a few days.