Instead of staying in this Saturday, Aunt Tudi and I have to go out. We must go to the drug store to pick up some of our prescriptions and we have a bill we have to pay. While we're out, we're going by the new mechanic we found. The car started alarming about needing an oil change, so we found the cheapest place around and are supposed to go Monday morning to get the oil change and filter. We figured it'd be wise to locate his business now so there won't be any confusion come Monday.
After we get home, I'm shaving Chester for his Winter hair-do and clipping all the dogs' nails. It's gonna take me two to three hours to do all that, but it's two to three hours of very physically-challenging activity, so I'm not looking forward to it. Once it's done, though, it's done for months. It's just a matter of biting the bullet and getting it done.
Once I have some time to myself, I'm going to do my best to work on my "When the West Was Weird" short story. There's a whole section I'm wanting to include in the story, but it's a struggle to wedge it in there. It'll give the tale much-needed meat and potatoes. I'm listening to a lot of Johnny Cash while writing this story. It's the only music I have that's close to the cowboy world. Well, I have some Willie Nelson, too. Maybe I need to create a 'Werewolf of Bent Elbow' playlist.
I stole a quiz from
bubblesbrnaid. I don't watch this show, but I'll take any quiz 'cos I'm addicted to them. Man, I need to go to Narcotics Anonymous, I have such an addictive personality! Here goes.
And that brings this post to a dramatic end.