It’s happened. The snow heaps down on us with the force of a really cold blanket. But it’s beautiful, and I forgot about that. Also loving the fact there are no cars on the road. They’re all afraid of the other drivers who are not out on the road.
After an incredible day of playing with my niece and nephew, drinking and smoking Swisher Sweets while talking about Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and then choir where I sounded beautiful, it’s a great day.
I even saw my nephew twice today, and the second time he ran up to me and said, “Uncle Paul, you’re back?” I said yes, picked him up, and he said, “Uncle Paul, I love you.” And kissed and hugged me. Week and a half of this. Going to be hard when he goes back home. My niece also roars. It’s adorable. She’s only a year old.
As for smoking, I don’t normally do this. I do like the initial buzz it gives me, and Sweets are flavorful. Except the blueberry I picked, which was basically just a thin cigar. On the other hand, I don’t feel too guilty for doing it. Smoking a Swisher Sweet is the equivalent of telling people you’re going on a bender with Boones Farm.
In other news, I’m on 20,000 words for my novel. I need to be at 25,000 today. It’s 8:30 and I’m up by 6 tomorrow. I don’t see this happening. But that’s okay. Life is good, the book is coming along, and I’m busy playing with my nephew. Hope you’re all doing awesome as well!