You ever have one of those days when you don’t wanna do nothin’?
I had to go to the doctor’s this morning. He’s a good guy, but after hearing my tale of woes, he kinda split. “Uh, the receptionist will take care of you…”
After I finally dragged my draggin’ carcass into work, I found out that nobody… noooooo body… was happy with the 3D renders I’d made. Nobody. Show of hands, happy with the renders? Crickets.
Had to fool with danged renders all stinkin’ afternoon. I hate them, and I believe the feeling is mutual.
Finally made it through the door – the promised notes from my reader still haven’t come – and my wonderful wife is sequestered away, taking an online test.
Not the test for which she’s been studying all this time and, once completed, she’ll have all the time in the world to read my book, give it her blessing so that I can send it off and find a literary agent and a publisher and become rich and famous and be known as the author John D Reinhart, such that people in restaurants whisper “did you see him? That was the author John D Reinhart!”
Nope. Some other test.
But.
But one little ray of sunshine crept through it all. One bright little beam that said “hey, wanna play?”
And then she licked my nose, and somehow it turned out to be a pretty good day for the author John D Reinhart.
John D Reinhart 