Three days of doing nothing.

Welcome to my blog where I apparently feel I'm so fascinating that I can blog about nothing.

Have slept heavy ever since I finished Led to the Slaughter.  I was really intense there for a couple of weeks, probably the most intense I've ever been about writing.  I wanted to get done and I wanted it to be as good as I can make it.

Been watching documentaries on Netflix, and B-movie stuff.  Last night, watched another documentary about the folk movement in Greenwich village.

This kind of music was the stuff my older brother and sister, Mike and Tina, were playing in their folk group.  6 and 4 years older than me.  Went the Unitarian church camps.  Since I hero worshiped those guys, have a very nostalgic sense of those times.  I really need to see the new Coen brothers movie about this.

I'm going to work today, since Cameron called last night and said he couldn't make it.  That's all right.  I'll just putter around the store, and not expect much.

Just kind of decompressing for awhile.