Music: Blutengel – “Sing”
Location: Home Office
I felt a bit restless this morning like a wolf trapped inside an enclosure, only allowed to pace up and down the fence line. I felt that way most of the day, but I’m not entirely sure why. The day ended up being very busy, and I didn’t get lunch until it was time to leave for the day. That doesn’t happen very often, but when it does, it sucks. The conference calls today were all important, which isn’t always the case. There was a lot of things nailed down today that make me feel as if things are finally turning the corner as they should. I say that optimistically because knowing my luck, I just jinxed myself. Still, there are high hopes that the roadblocks I’ve been facing on some projects are finally at an end. Time will tell.
The plan was to go to the GA Ren Faire this weekend, but dear mother nature had other plans. Heavy rains have rolled into town and are expected to remain Friday, Saturday and Sunday. So as much as I’d love to go to the GA Ren Faire this weekend, it’s not really all that fun in the rain. On the upside, that means we can do something indoors like maybe watch a movie that’s been out for a couple of weeks? Yep! I scored tickets to Avengers End Game for Saturday afternoon. I can’t believe it’s been so gangbusters. We don’t normally have trouble getting tickets for movies, but this one was hell on wheels to get. Of course, the movie theatres we looked at are the ones with the recliner seats. I mean, after all, who wants to sit in a standard movie seat for 3+ hours when you could be sitting in a recliner seat being much more comfortable. Hehe.
Help my wife with making dinner this evening by making the pastries for a southern dish called chicken and pastries. Some people call it chicken and dumplings, but it’s not exactly the same dish. Dumplings are more rounded thick globs of cooked dough, like meatballs somewhat. Pastries are long thin strips of dough that turn out more noodle like in nature. It’s less soupy than chicken and dumplings, as the dish is primarily pastries with shredded chicken in a bit of broth. I’m not describing it well, but it’s a family thing from eastern NC. Come to think about it; I have a lot of eastern NC dishes in my repertoire.
I’ve been thinking about what to write next, and I think I know. It’ll be a short story with a paranormal twist, but that’s all I want to say for now. I’ll let it simmer in my head a bit more before I commit anything to paper. It’s like a wild animal. It captures your gaze and makes you stop where you stand. But you have to be careful. Any sudden moves might scare it off. I don’t want to scare it off. It’ll come to me when it’s ready.